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The Bicentennial of 
The Constitution. 



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For Two Hundred Years, We Have 

Sworn To Uphold and Defend 

The Constitution of the United States! 


Lucky Bag 


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Presented By 

The Class of 1987 


The United States Naval Academy 

In Honor Of 
The Bicentennial Of 

The Constitution 
Of The United States 




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Table of Contents 

Sports 640 

Honors 768 

Activities 576 

Closing 776 

Advertisements . . 790 

Although it often seems that they are 
separated by an eternity, our first day as 
midshipmen and our last are tied together 
by a common theme. On both of these 
occasions, we take a solemn oath of al- 
legiance. We pledge ourselves not to the 
Academy nor to the Navy, not to the flag, 
nor even to the leaders of our country. 
Rather, we swear to support and defend 
the Constitution of the United States 
against all enemies, foreign and domestic. 


Having been appointed 
a midshipman in the united states navy, 
i do solemnly swear (or affirm) that i will 
support and defend the constitution of the 
inst all enemies, foreign and domestic. thai 
and allegiance to the same, that i take this - 
without any mental reservation or purpose of e 
that i will well and faithfully discharge 
of the office on which i am about to en ' 



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Because our lives are dedicated to the defense of the Constitution, 
this Bicentennial celebration is especially meaningful to the men and 
women of the United States Armed Forces. As midshipmen, we are 
quite aware of the history around us. Only a few blocks away from 
the Academy's gate lies the site where the groundwork for the 
Constututional Convention was laid. 

The first salute our Navy gave to the doc- 
ument it defends was the building of the frig- 
ate U.S.S. Constitution in 1794. This was one 
of the greatest ships ever built, and she could 
outsail, outmaneuver, and outfight any ship of 
her time. She earned the nickname "Old Iron- 
sides" when connonballs bounced off of her 
twenty-inch thick oaken hull. Her 2200 tons 
could plw through the waves at over 14 knots. 
The U.S.S. Constitution has proven to be as 
durable as her namesake, and both have 
weathered the storms of the last two hundred 
years remarkably. The ship is still a com- 
missioned ship in the United States Navy and 
is on permanent display in Boston. 


For this Bicentennial edition of the Lucky 
Bag, we have chosen to continue the 
Navy's tradition of using the U.S.S. Con- 
stitution as a means of rendering honors to 
the supreme law of our land. The design of 
the book's cover and section title pages 
emphasizes not only the bicentennial of the 
Constitution, but also the proud tradition 
of the Navy in defending the document and 
the way of life for which it stands. 

Today, no less than in 1794, 
we salute the Constitution 
— the symbol and embod- 
iment of the world's first 
government by, for, and of 
the people. This year, which 
the Class of 1987 has await- 
ed ever since the first 
"Eighty-Seven, Sir!" was 
yelled, has taken on an even 
deeper significance. In a 
world torn by strife and up- 
heaval, this two hundredth 
anniversary is truly some- 
thing to celebrate. By doing 
so, we honor the sacrifices 
that have been made in its 
preservation over the last 
two centuries, and we re- 
mind ourselves of our ob- 
ligation to pass on our free- 
dom and our heritage into 
the third century. There- 
fore, this yearbook is the 
Brigade's salute to the Con- 
stitution's Bicentennial. 




In many ways, the Bicentennial year we 
examine in this book is like many other 
years gone by at the Naval Academy, and 
like many more to come. June Week tra- 
ditions, daily routines, and official cere- 
monies differ little from those of the past 
and the future. But even in the similarities, 
there were differences; another plebe class 
arrived, but this class had computers in 
their rooms; another Blue Angels perfor- 
mance, but this time in new planes; another 
Secretary of the Navy sworn in, but this 
one an alumnus. In this book we will ex- 
amine both the similarities and the dif- 



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The 833 pages that follow 
are an attempt to capture 
the memories of the first 
class year of the class of 
1987. The images, both ver- 
bal and visual, which appear 
on these pages are intended 
to preserve the entire year in 
a single volume. This is a 
monumental task, and since 
each of the 4,500 members of 
the Brigade has different 
memories and different pri- 
orities, it is impossible for a 
yearbook to be completely 
pleasing to everyone. Every 
effort has been made by the 
staff to let the members of 
the Brigade determine the 
content of this book, for the 
memories belong to them, 
and the book should too. 
Therefore, since this is a 
memory book, and not a 
public relations pamphlet, 
we have attempted to por- 
tray the year as it was, and 
not as it perhaps should 
have been. It was an out- 
standing year, one of four 
"together by the Bay," and 
not a year to be forgotten. 
Hopefully, this 1987 
Lucky Bag will always help 
us remember. 



This Crow's Nest aboard the 
U.S.S. Constitution was a place 
where sailors could go to get a 
broad overview. From this lofty 
vantage point, events onboard and 
around the ship could be clearly 
seen. In a similar fashion, this 
section of the Lucky Bag 
attempts to give a broad overview 
of "THE YEAR." Beginning with 
1986 Summer Cruises and 
Concluding with the 
commissioning of the Class of 
1987, the next 126 pages will 
provide a view of life at the Naval 
Academy — from everyday 
routine to special events. 



Youngster Cruise 18 

Second Class Summer 20 

First Class Cruise 22 

Plebe Summer 24 

Return of the Brigade 26 

Two-for-Seven Night 28 

FALL 30 

Drill 32 

Talent Show 34 

Plebe Spirit 36 

Changes of Command 38 

Surprise Pep Rally 40 

Football Games 42 

Halloween 44 

Room Formals 46 

Dahlgren Dances 48 

Mess Night 50 

Academy Chapel 52 

March-On 54 

Army Week 56 

Army-Navy Game 58 

Twilight at Navy 60 


Christmas 62 

Army Exchange 64 

Traditions 66 

Marine Display 68 

Noon Meal 70 

Snow Days 74 

Hundred's Night 76 

Service Selection 80 


Parade 82 

Spring Days 84 

Navy Band 86 

Annapolis 88 

The Yard 90 

People 92 

Special Olympics 94 

Pastimes 96 

Room 101 

International Ball 102 

Swearing In 106 

Classes 108 

Forrestal Lectures 112 

Finals 114 


Herndon 118 

Ring Dance 122 

Garden Party 126 

Blue Angels 128 

Color Parade 130 

Awards Ceremony 134 

Graduation 136 

The Year 




There is nothing like a look at the real Navy after 
plebe year. New youngsters on their summer cruises got 
more than just a look, they got a full month of on-the-job 
experiences that they will remember for the rest of their 
lives. From carriers to YPs, from the Med to the Pacific, 
third classmen traveled all over the world in order to watch 
their probooks come alive and find out what life is all about 
outside of Mother B. The liberty calls and the new friends 
will never be forgotten, either. Some mids not only had fun 
on cruise but also managed to work and qualify on their 
ship. The highlight of cruise, though, was spotting the 
chapel dome for the first time after cruise and becoming a 
real youngster, ready for the new year. 


The Year: Youngster Cruise 

The Year: Youngster Cruise 




What a summer! Who could ever 
forget the events of Protramid and 
Actramid? This summer is a 
"sampler" of what the naval services 
have to offer. The eight-week pro- 
gram consists of flying in Pensacola, 
going out to sea on submarines and 
YPs, learning about Marine Corps life 
at The Basic School, and taking pro- 
fessional courses at the Academy. 
The beaches and bars of Pensacola 
(and the flight time, too) made it the 
favorite week of many midshipmen. 
Except of course for the grunts at 
heart who had the most fun attacking 
the ticks, tanks, obstacles and rope 
bridges of TBS. Despite some long 
classroom lectures on bright sunny 
days, second class summer proved 
that professional development and 
good times are not incompatible. 


The Year: Second Class Summer 

The Year: Second Class Summer 



The Year: First Class Cruise 



One's final summer at the Naval Academy is 
a good opportunity to see what lies ahead. 
On their First Class cruises, midshipmen act 
as junior officers and gain valuable expe- 
rience. Onboard surface ships, most firsties 
are attached to junior officers as running 
mates and are assigned as assistant division 
officers. This allows them to become fa- 
miliar with both the operational and ad- 
ministrative duties of an officer's shipboard 
life. Many First Class use this summer as a 
chance to explore other warfare commu- 
nities as well. Submarine cruises, aviation 
cruises, and Marine Corps cruises are avail- 
able. Another type of cruise, which a few 
handpicked midshipmen are assigned, is the 
FOREX, or foreign exchange cruise. These 
midshipmen spend their cruise in the navies 
of our allies, and are assigned officer duties 
onboard foreign ships. Regardless of which 
of these options a First Class takes, he is 
certain to gain new insight into his career. 

The Year: First Class Cruise 


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After weeks of anticipation, Induction Day for the class 
of 1990 arrived. As they confidently reported to Halsey 
Fieldhouse, the plebes were given haircuts, uniforms, and 
reams of paperwork, shown to their rooms, indoctrinated 
and innoculated. As each new plebe raised his right hand 
and swore to "uphold and defend the Constitution of the 
United States against all enemies," it was a proud moment 
for plebes, parents, and spectators. It was also a moment of 
uncertainty, as the plebes said farewell to their loved ones, 
who then watched them nervously disappear into Mother B 
to become Midshipmen. 



The Year: 1-Day 

The Year: 1-Day 




The rigorous schedule of Plebe Summer offered almost 
no time for relaxation, either for the plebes or for the of- 
ficers and midshipmen on plebe detail. The long, hot days 
began with PEP, and ended with the singing of "Navy Blue 
and Gold," and in between there was a little of everything: 
marching, come-arounds, lectures, sports, come-arounds, 
sailing, shooting, come-arounds . . . When Parents' 
Weekend finally arrived, the plebes could be proud that 
they had survived. They knew, however, that soon the 
Brigade would return . . . 


The Year: Plebe Summer 

The Year: Plebe Summer 


2 FOR 7 NIGHT . . . 


It was a celebration. A celebration for two years of hard 
work. A celebration of making it as a class and as friends. 
But most of all, it was a celebration of commitment. The 
Class of 1988 had made its Naval service commitment com- 
plete. By attending the first day of class of second class 
year, midshipmen made one of the biggest decisions of their 
lives. They had decided to remain in the Navy. They had 
decided that they thought they did have what it takes to 
graduate and be the "best of the best." So they celebrated. 
In a traditional party in Dahlgren Hall, the second class 
drank beer and soda out of their new pewter mugs and 
toasted the new commitment of the Class of '88. 


The Year: Two-for-Seven Night 

The Year: Two-for-Seven Night 




Although it seems that there is 
always something in the Yard being 
torn up, rebuilt, or cleaned, this year's 
most noticable renovation was truly a 
major task. With amazing speed, the 
bricks of Stribling Walk disappeared, 
and were replaced with bright new red 
bricks. Along with other maintenance 
work on the buildings, monuments, 
and grounds, this improvement kept 
up the Yard's excellent appearance, 
which never ceases to draw praise 
from midshipmen and tourists alike. 


The Year: The Yard 

The Year: The Yard 




"Ladies and Gentlemen, the Brigade of Midshipmen 
..." Who could forget those long afternoons on Worden 
Field? We put forth hours of sweat and effort to display our 
pride and precision to all those who dared to bear the heat 
and humidity to view us from the stands along Captain's 
Row. Drill may have been an uncomfortable addition to our 
afternoon routines, but to us and to those many who have 
gone before us, it truly is an excercise in dicipline and 
respect. We did, however, manage to squeeze in some of our 
sense of humor. Remember the company that left their 
shoes in formation and marched off the field in their socks? 
Or how about the "wave" of covers that swept the entire 
Brigade during practice? Drill's not SO bad . . . 


The Year: Company Drill 









The Class of 1988 Talent Show was a big hit again 
this year. With Mahan Hall filled to its edges, the show 
went without a single flaw. We were presented with some 
extraordinary talent from all four classes: rock groups, 
dancers, folk singers, piano players and even an accordian 
player. It took a lot of guts to come out on stage with an ac- 
cordian, but a brave and talented plebe did just that. The 
jeers turned into applause and the accordian player walked 
off with a well deserved first place. Goes to show you that 
anything can happen at a talent show. 



The Year: Talent Show 

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The Year: Plebe Spirit 



Plebe spirit. Nothing can beat it in King Hall: the 
lung-testing, the wild-mans, the cheers. But nothing tops 
the spirit they show at the football games. Who was not im- 
pressed by the spell-outs on the hill? Or the sheet poster 
hung in the Rotunda? It takes a lot of work to be a plebe 
and the job they have of bringing the Brigade's spirit up is 
not an easy one. The class of '90 did a good job this year. 
Tradition will no doubt pass the good luck and spirit down 
to '91. 

The Year: Plebe Spirit 



The Year: Changes-of Command 



It was a difficult year for plebes to memorize their chain-of-command; 
it kept changing. The Brigade received a new Commandant, the 
Academy received a new Superintendent, and the Navy received a new 
Secretary and a new Chief of Naval Operations. The Class of 1987 saw 
its third Superintendent and its fourth Commandant. On August 19, 
1986, shortly after the Brigade returned, Rear Admiral Ronald F. 
Marryott became the 52nd Superintendent, replacing Rear Admiral 
Charles R. Larson. In honor of the event, the Fourth Class Regiment 
put on a parade while the rest of the Brigade watched. During the 
ceremony, the outgoing superintendent received his third star. In 
January, Captain Howard W. Habermeyer took charge of the Brigade 
as the 72nd Commandant of Midshipmen, filling the shoes of Rear 
Admiral Stephen K. Chadwick. The Brigade heartily welcomes Ad- 
miral Marryott and Captain Habermeyer and wishes fair winds and 
following seas to Admirals Larson and Chadwick. 

The Year: Changes-of-Command 




Our morale was beginning to 
get low. We had to wear regulation 
P.E. gear in the Hall as well as a 
uniform to pep rallies. Where were 
the days when you saw everything 
from Rambo to Don Johnson at pep 
rallies? Then one day, when we were 
fast asleep after a long, hard day, a 
siren went off. Not just a fire alarm, 
but a spirit alarm. A voice came over 
the loud speaker, "Guess what, 
Navy?! It's a pep rally. Come one, 
come all to T-Court. Grab the nearest 
football player and don't worry about 
the reg P.E. gear!" It was a true 
transformation. Spirit and morale 
were on the rise and we actually 
began to study with one ear cocked 
up, waiting to hear the long wail of 
the Midnight Pep Rally Siren. 


The Year: Pep Rallies 

The Year: Pep Rallies 




Aside from the class of 1988 
taking over Philo this year, perhaps 
her greatest improvement was the ad- 
dition of VLS, Vertical Launch 
System. Philo provided support for 
our team as well as defending our 
homeland by warding off visiting 
mascots. With a zoom and a bang, 
Philo showed off our pride, spirit and 
new advances high over our stadium. 
May she never be scrapped. 


The Year: Philo McGiffin 




Not since the Mr. Pep of a few 
years back, has the Brigade ex- 
perienced so much pre-game fun and 
spirit. This year the "Wuba Gang" 
had a good sound system, great per- 
formers, and skits that were funny. A 
lot of the humor was based on this 
years new regulations. It was nice to 
find out we could derive some fun 
from all the changes. 



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The Year: Wuba Gang 



The Year: Halloween 

The Year: Halloween 




One of the biggest changes of the 
year was the return of Saturday 
morning Brigade-wide room formals. 
In order to make study hour more ef- 
fective, formals, lectures, and even ex- 
ams were scheduled between 0730 and 
0930 on Saturday mornings. Second 
class could not leave for weekends un- 
til after 0930. First class had to make 
sure their rooms were clean before 
leaving on their weekends. Needless 
to say, this was not the most popular 
change of the year but we certainly all 
now have spotless vertical, horizontal, 
baseboard and brightwork surfaces! 


The Year: Room Formals 

The Year: Room Formate 




On Saturday nights throughout the 
year, Dahlgren Hall became center of 
action for Academy social life. The 
scene of formal hops, Plebe mixers, 
and the ring dance, the hall is perhaps 
best known as "Disco Dahlgren," the 
site of frequent infamous informal 
dances. Women and men from nearby 
colleges and high schools came to 
these dances, sometimes by the bus- 
load. Despite the many nicknames 
and legends surrounding the Dahl- 
gren social scene, most midshipmen 
agree that it is a good place for a good 


The Year: Dances 

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The Year: Dances 




NL303 Mess Night is truly a fun 
learning experience. Class evaluation 
reports consistently show mess night 
as the highlight of the course. The 
presence of so many high ranking of- 
ficers and the formality of the occa- 
sion make it interesting as well as in- 
formative for the second class who 
will soon be junior officers and 
perhaps in charge of a mess night of 
their own. It is definitely worth get- 
ting dressed-up for these special 


The Year: NL303 Mess Night 

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These photographs capture the 
power and the presence of the Naval 
Academy Chapel. The chapel, 
whether or not you choose to worship 
inside its beautiful walls, provides a 
center of attention to the yard. Used 
as a center of guidance and spiritual 
uplifting for many, it provides many 
more with navigational guidance in 
the bay. These unique pictures, taken 
from the top of the dome, present 
powerful views of the yard and An- 
napolis itself, showing us its great 
span that exists even if we, in our 
busy day, forget its presence. 









The Year: The Chapel Dome 

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It was more than just another road 
trip when we took to the streets to see 
our football team fight on Saturdays. 
We had it down to a science of sort. 
Knowing exactly when to can the 
unapproved cheers. Knowing exactly 
when to keep all eyes in the boat. 
Knowing exactly which pretty girl 
would be our candy's target. Speaking 
of candy, wasn't this the year that 
saw the end of candy throwing? That 
is one tradition that will have to be 
reborn. Not just another road trip . . . 

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The Year: March-On 

The Year: March-On 



The Year: Army Week 



Army week. To the average person that may not 
sound like much. But to us it means so much. How could we 
ever forget all of the late night recons and revenge attacks? 
Nighttime in the Hall during Army week was not a place for 
sleeping at all. It was a place for shaving cream bombs and 
water weenies. It was a place for secret swims and missing 
name plates. Sleepers were nowhere to be found. The days 
did not lack excitement, either. Noon meal was a new 
adventure every day with hat day, tie day, and basically 
everyday being food fight day. Of course the news cameras 
were there to capture every lung, chest, throat, leg and 
stomach testing performed by the plebes. Unfortunately, 
this year's spirit didn't accomplish its goal of beating Army, 
but there's always next year. 

The Year: Army Week 



The Year: Philadelphia 

For the first time in years, second and third class 
could not go to Philadelphia for Army weekend on Friday. 
Instead, we had a ball in Dahlgren Hall. Plebes and 
academically "unsat" upperclass could not spend the night 
in Philly at all. To top everything off, the Philadelphia 
Center Hotel, the traditional Army-Navy party site, was 
closed. Despite all of these policy changes, we had fun in 
Philly. With "Beat Army!" on our minds, we waved spirit 
flags and cheered our way through a tough game and laugh- 
ed as the temperature dropped and the grays went back on 
the other side. Parties survived without the Philly Center 
and we began to think about beating Army, next year. 



There is a certain time of day when it is 
hard not to notice the beauty of Annapolis 
and the Academy. The restful, quiet mo- 
ment between the exertion of sports, the 
bustle of evening meal, and the intensity 
of study hour. At twilight, it is easy to sit 
back, take a deep breath, and look around 
at the Yard, or out onto the Bay, or into 
town — wherever you look, things seem 
restful. It is easy to imagine that eve- 
rything is just as it was one hundred years 
ago, and to think of the achievements of 
those whose footsteps we follow. At twi- 
light, even plebes notice the beauty of the 
buildings which often look like prisons 
though the eyes of midshipmen. 


The Year: Twilight 


The Year: Tiviligh 

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It was probably the most requested Plebe rate: "How 
many days until Christmas leave?" It is everybody's 
favorite leave. Christmas is the time to finally relax after all 
those finals. It is the time when all your family and friends 
get to unwrap all those presents that your big Christmas 
bonus bought them. And for the Plebes, it is the first time 
since they left home on 1-Day that many of them have been 
back. No doubt, Christmas was our favorite holiday. This 
year, as a replacement for Friday night in Philly, we had a 
Christmas Ball complete with a top band for our entertain- 
ment, John Cafferty and the Beaver Brown Band. After 
first having a nice dinner out in town and then catching the 
Navy basketball game, we all crammed into Dahlgren for 
the show. What a fabulous time. Christmas: it just can't be 

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The Year: Christmas Ball 

The Year: Christmas Ball 




During Second Class Year, each mid- 
shipman is the lucky winner of a 
round trip ticket to a luxurious resort 
on the Hudson River in New York. 
The Army weekend exhange program 
gives all midshipmen and cadets the 
opportunity to see how the "other 
half lives. On five weekends through- 
out the year West Point sends down 
about 200 woops to see what 
Crabtowne weekends are like, and the 
same number of mids head up to get a 
taste of Army life. This program pro- 
motes understanding and cooperation 
between the services, and gives the 
midshipmen a fuller appeciation of 
the Naval Academy. 

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The Year: Army Exchange 

The Year: Army Exchange 




One of the most unique traditions in 
Bancroft Hall is the brick ritual. 
Reef Points defines "brick" as "a 
homely escort or date who should 
have stayed home." A brick is given 
to a mid to honor such a date. Plebes 
decide which upperclass is most 
deserving of the dreaded award, 
indicative of poor judgement in 
weekend exploits. The plebes roam 
the company searching for the 
unlucky recipient, chanting "Who 
gets the brick?" 


The Year: Traditions 

The Year: Traditions 


OO The Year: Marine Display 

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Each year the Academy is invaded 
by tanks, infantrymen, helicopters, 
artillery pieces, and missile launchers. 
This year was no exception. The "in- 
vasion" is a friendly one, as the U.S. 
Marines set up their weapons and 
equipment throughout the yard. 
Aside from confusing the tourists 
("Why is there a tank there? I 
thought this was the Navy 
Academy?"), the display provides an 
opportunity for midshipmen to get a 
good look at the equipment and to 
talk to the Marines that use it. The 
static display also becomes the topic 
of countless plebe "pro-reports." 
These reports are much more in- 
teresting when they involve actually 
seeing a weapon instead of just 
reading about it in a book. 

The Year: Marine Display 




Noon meal in King Hall was more than just 
eating. It was a ritual, a teaching session, a chance 
to experiment with leadership skills. Of course, we 
all complained about the food, but even that was 
better than we admitted. To the Plebes, however, 
noon meal was not always an enjoyable time. Noon 
meal was the time to find out if they really "knew 
their stuff." This consisted of the front page article 
and the sports article, the menus, the days (Mule, 
Yule, Spring, Ring, Fling), and the most important 
of all rates: the professional topic. Cheers and 
lung-testing still filled the hall, though. Not even a 
flamer could stop spirit. 


The Year: Noon Meal 

The Year: Noon Meal 




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The Year: Dark Ages 



It is easy to see why the period between Christ- 
mas leave and Spring Break is known as the 
Dark Ages at the Naval Academy. Nobody 
knows who first yelled "Daa-a-a-a-rk A-a-a-a- 
ges!" out of a Bancroft Hall window, but it 
doesn't matter; the tradition continues. Short, 
grey, wet days creep by ever so slowly. The end of 
semester seems years away, and midshipmen use 
winter sports to vent the frustrations inherent in 
the season. The limestone mammoth we call 
home turns a few shades darker as it absorbs 
rain and snow. 

The Year: Dark Ages 




For a few days in January, the 
Academy looked more like Arctic out- 
post than an institute of higher 
education. Which was fitting, as there 
was no educating going on. Due to 
blizzards, a few days of classes were 
cancelled. Deep drifts kept instruc- 
tors and support staff from coming to 
work. Left to itself, the Brigade 
played snow football, ate off of paper 
plates, and caught up on sleep and 
homework. The restriction squad 
became the snow shovelling squad, 
and a hearty group of midshipmen 
volunteered to help the town of An- 
napolis dig itself out. The snowstorm 
and the winter fun brought some 
white days to the dark ages. 


The Year: Winter 

The Year: Winter 



The Year: Hundred's Night 


100 LEFT 

"Sir, the days are ..." Nowhere are 
people more concerned with the 
number of days until an event than 
we are in Bancroft Hall. That is why 
Hundred's Night is an especially big 
event. In the long road to graduation, 
the firsties are rounding the final 
curve and heading in to the home 
stretch. From here on, the days will 
be double digits. To celebrate, the 
firsties give up their insignia and 
their privileges and become plebes for 
the night. The plebes become tem- 
porary firsties and are in charge for 
the night. They get their long-awaited 
chance to yell, ask rates, carry on, and 
act like first class. The role-switching 
provides hilarious entertainment, and 
reminds the firsties that they will 
soon be at the bottom again. 

The Year: Hundred's Night 




Halsey Fieldhouse rocked with 
noise this year as it never has be- 
fore, as Navy Basketball atten- 
dance shattered all records. The 
team, led by senior superstar Dave 
Robinson, had another outstand- 
ing season. As a result, the sport 
became as popular as it has ever 
been at the Academy. Thousands 
of midshipmen, Annapolitans, and 
basketball fans from all over 
showed up at each home contest, 
and they were seldom disappoint- 
ed, as the team won almost every 
home game. The crowds were en- 
thusiastic, even rowdy at times. 
The bleachers behind the baseline 
became the domain of the infa- 
mous Zoo Gang, which intimidated 
visiting teams. The Brigade dem- 
onstrated lots of spontaneous spir- 
it, and had fun doing so. 


The Year: Basketball Games 

The Year: Basketball Games 



The Year: Sevice Selection 



The excitement of sevice selection 
night .... It filled the hall and the air- 
waves of WRNV. The excitement of a 
shaved head, the excitement of future 
wings, the excitement of even the last 
one in line getting exactly what he 
wanted, the excitement of the light at 
the end of the tunnel . . .that's what 
service selection is all about. Good 
Luck '87! We think you made 
outstanding First Class decisions. 

The Year: Service Selection 




At every dress parade, the Brigade 
takes a strain to look sharp and put 
on a good show. This spring, however, 
there was an especially good reason 
for the Brigade to put its best foot 
forward at one of the P-rades. The 
parade was being reviewed by the 
Chief of Naval Operations, Admiral 
Carlysle A.H. Trost. It was an honor 
to march for this distinguished Naval 


The Year: CNO's Parade 


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The Year: CiVO's Parade 



DAZE '87 

As Spring arrives and the Dark Ages 
fade into the past, the Naval Acad- 
emy is transformed from a gray, dis- 
mal place to lively colorful one. The 
Spring goes as fast as the winter goes 
slowly. After spring break, when 
many midshipmen return tanned 
from Florida vacations or ski trips, 
there are only a couple of months of 
school left. All of a sudden, the days 
till graduation are numbered — and 
the number is getting lower. When the 
number gets to thirty-six, a new phe- 
nomenon begins. Tecumseh gets re- 
decorated each day by a different 
company, starting with the 36th 



The Year: Spring Days 

The Year: Spring Days 


OD The Year: Navy Band 




The Naval Academy Band provides 
the Brigade with musical support 
during parades, pep-rallies, and 
atheletic events. Actually, we would 
be lost without the musical spirit and 
beat they provide. The Electric 
Brigade also comes from this group 
and provides outstanding top hits to 
many of our dances and formal balls. 
The Band also provides entertain- 
ment to the Annapolis community 
during its special concerts. We salute 
their extraordinary contributions to 
the Academy. 







The Year: Navy Band 





The Year: Annapolis 



After visiting the other service acad- 
emies, many midshipmen have real- 
ized that one of Navy's best advan- 
tages is the proximity to a nice town. 
Just outside our gates lies one of the 
most scenic, historic, and friendly 
towns in America. Every midshipman 
has his own reason for liking Crab- 
town: many plebes take advantage of 
their limited liberty at the infamous 
BK Lounge, while upperclass are 
more likely to be found socializing by 
the City Dock or patronizing on of 
Annapolis' finer entertainment estab- 



The Year: Annapolis 

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Visitors and tourists are constantly 
commenting on something which 
most midshipmen take for granted: 
the beauty of the Yard, especially in 
the Spring. The beds of flowers in 
Stribling walk are amazing — one day 
they could be full of bright purple 
flowers, and the next day all of a sud- 
den there are red and orange tulips. 
Few people even notice these sudden 
changes, but most people can't help 
but notice the fine appearance of the 
Yard in full bloom. 


The Year: The Yard in Spring 

The Year: The Yard in Spring 



The Year: Hall Life 



Someone who has never lived within 
Bancroft Hall, would probably find it 
difficult to understand many of the 
things that go on within the massive 
limestone walls. Since "Horseplay in 
Bancroft Hall" is listed in the reg- 
ulations as a conduct offense, mid- 
shipmen abstain from childish games 
and find other ways to let off steam 
and deal with the pressure of Navy 
life. In the process of meeting these 
challenges, strong bonds develop be- 
tween classmates, company-mates, 
and roommates. 

The Year: Hall Life 



The Year: Special Olympics 



This year as every year, the Naval 
Academy hosted the area's Special 
Olympics competitions. The Special 
Olympics are an opportunity for men- 
tally and physically handicapped peo- 
ple of all ages to compete in a variety 
of events suited to their disabilities. 
Over a hundred midshipmen cheer- 
fully volunteered their time to assist 
as officials, coordinators, coaches, 
and huggers. Since participants, mid- 
shipmen, and others involved with 
the event, all shared, learned, and 
grew, this was one Olympics where 
there were no losers. 

The Year: Special Olympics 




"Who are those guys in the grey uniforms with 
the funny hats?" Not a fall parade goes by with- 
out that question being asked in the viewing 
stands. The guys in the grey uniforms are Cadets 
from the United States Military Academy. Each 
year, each of the four service academies sends a 
handful of second class cadets or midshipmen to 
each of the others to spend the fall semester as 
an exchange student. Aside from the fact that 
they stick out like sore thumbs at parades, the 
cadets from West Point, Colorado Springs, and 
New London blend in well with the Brigade of 
Midshipmen. The weeks before the football 
games with Air Force and Army can be ex- 
tremely interesting times for these exchange 
cadets. They become the subjects of numerous 
pranks. In return, they often try to express their 
own school spirit — but always end up having to 
clean up after themselves. (It's not hard to figure 
out who did it.) Before the Army-Navy game in 
Philadelphia, the exchange cadets are allowed to 
cross the field and sit with their own species. In 
return, the mids who have held hostage on the 
Hudson return to the Brigade for the day. 


The Year: Interaervice Exchange 

The Year: Interservice Exchange 



The Year: Recreation 



The period between classes and eve- 
ing meal is reserved for intramural 
and varsity sports. For most midship- 
men , this time is the highlight of each 
day. Yet despite this emphasis on or- 
ganized sports, most mids spend even 
more time pursuing their own favorite 
forms of fitness and recreation. The 
majority lift weights and run, but 
many other sports are popular pas- 
times. Basketball, tennis, and ra- 
quetball are the most popular "pick- 
up" games. Even within company 
areas, some form of recreation is al- 
ways available — or inventable. 

The Year: Recreation 



The Year: Hall Life 


FUN 101 

If courses in fun were part of our 
cirriculum, most midshipmen 
would pass easily. The Academy 
teaches us to make the most of any 
situation, and consequentially mid- 
shipmen often find creative ways 
to have fun. No matter how badly 
things may be going, some things 
will be going less badly than others. 
By changing our frame of refer- 
ence, these things seem good. With 
a philosophy like that, even being 
on restriction has the potential for 
"fun." Weekends always bring op- 
portunities for having fun — tail- 
gaters, dates, or road trips; but 
weeknights in some rooms can be 
just as fun. 

The Year: Room 




The International Ball is a major event at the Academy 
each Spring. The Ball, sponsored by the foreign language 
clubs, is a spectacular production involving a fine dinner in 
King Hall, a formal dance in Smoke Hall, and a cabaret 
show in Steerage. The main attraction for most midship- 
men, however, is the guest list. The Ball is attended by 
hundreds of men and women from other countries. Many of 
them are sons and daughters of foreign diplomats stationed 
in Washington, D.C. The International Ball provides a fine 
opportunity to meet interesting people from far away 


The Year: International Ball 

The Year: International Ball 




One of the Navy traditions with 
the greatest potential for fun is the 
dining-in. Many Companies, 
sports teams and extracirricular 
activities organize their own din- 
ing-ins throughout the year. These 
dinners are special occasions, and 
involve some of the finer points of 
etiquette, including "punishment" 
for those found in violation of the 
mess. A good dinner is appreciated 
by all, but only after Mr. Vice has 
proclaimed the meat "fit for hu- 
man consumption." The only com- 
plaint ever heard about dining-ins 
is that they end to quickly, espe- 
cially when they occur on school 
nights. It is easy to see why this 
tradition has been around for so 


The Year: Dining-In 

The Year: Dining 

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The Year: Swearing-in Cermony 



On May 1, 1987, the Naval Academy was the site of the 
swearing-in ceremony for the new Secrectary of the Navy, 
The Honorable James H. Webb, Jr. At the ceremony, 
Secretary of Defense Caspar W. Wienberger swore in Sec- 
retary Webb as the 66th Secrestary of the Navy. The 
Brigade stood at attention in formation around the pe- 
rimeter of T-Court for the well-rehearsed ceremony. The 
ceremony was a homecoming of sorts, for Mr. Webb, who 
graduated from the Academy in 1968. The Brigade is proud 
to have one of its own in the Navy's top post. 

The Year: Swearing-in Ceremony 



The Year: Afternoon Classes 

A TO ZZZ . . . 


The classes right after lunch are in- 
famous for the Z-syndrome. Midship- 
men have come up with hundreds of 
methods to fight off the urge to fall 
asleep, and just as many ways to sleep 
without getting caught. Professors 
know that it is dangerous to turn off 
the lights for a demonstration or a 
film, especially on days when "Z- 
burgers" are served for lunch. 

The Year: Afternoon Classes 




Springtime is a time when every- 
one seeks their favorite form of 
recreation, whether that be golfing, 
tailgating, going to ball games, or 
just sitting out on the red beach. 
After the long dark ages, Spring's 
brighter, warmer days are a wel- 
come reminder that the academic 
year is soon drawing to its close. 
The balmy spring weather always 
seems to have the effect of making 
it next to impossible to concentrate 
an anything serious, especially 


The Year: Springtime Fun 

The Year: Springtime Fun 




Each year, the Brigade is treated to 
lectures by outstanding community 
leaders in a variety of fields, including 
government, the arts, literature, pol- 
itics, the military, and science. These 
lectures are known as the Forrestal 
Lecture Series. This year's lectures 
included Mr. H. Ross Perot and Mr. 
Edwin Meese. Mr. Perot, a 1949 grad- 
uate of the Naval Academy, is one of 
the most successful businessmen in 
America. He is chairman of the board 
of Electronic Data Systems, which he 
founded 1962, and has served on the 
board of directors of General Motors. 
Mr. Meese, a prominent figure in the 
Reagan administration, has held a 
number of top government jobs. 
When lecturing the Brigade, he was 
the Attorney General of the United 
States. Both of these display exem- 
plary patriotism and inspired the Bri- 
gade with their speeches. 

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The Year: Forrestal Lectures 


NO SWEAT . . . 


The final exams of second semester 
are both dreaded and eagerly antic- 
ipated. Although they may be difficult 
and long, they are made easier by the 
knowledge that just around the corner 
is June Week and another summer. 
For the class of 1987, the final exams 
were an even more momentous oc- 
casion, because they really were the 
final exams. As each first class put 
down his pen after his last exam, the 
realization came that four years of 
hard academic work were over. 


The Year: Finals 

The Year: Finals 



The Year: Commissioning Week 


WEEK '87 

Commissioning week is a very special 
time for midshipmen and their guests. 
It is a major event for families of 
midshipmen. Many make reserva- 
tions to rent a house or a hotel room 
months, or even years, in advance. 
For midshipmen, June Week is not all 
fun and games. Hundreds of loose 
ends must be tied up to finish up the 
year. There are uniforms to be put 
into into storage, seabags to be 
packed for cruises, weapons to be re- 
turned, rehearsals to attend, and 
countless other evolutions. It seems 
that hour after hour is wasted waiting 
in line — a waste that is especially 
hard since family and friends are pa- 
tiently waiting. Despite such frustra- 
tions, Commissioning Week always 
proves to be a wonderful time for eve- 
ryone involved, as detailed on the 
next 26 pages. 

The Year: Commissioning Week 




Scaling Herndon Monument is, af- 
ter graduation, perhaps the next most 
significant ceremony in a midship- 
man's Academy years. It is certainly 
the least dignified. There is nothing 
attractive about the sight of 1,000 
men and women wrestling against a 
granite obelisk covered with a ton of 
lard. At least not from the outside — 
from within the greasy mass of bo- 
dies, it is one of the most attractive 
sights of one's life. It represents free- 
dom from the burden of being a plebe. 
The exhilaration and sense of accom- 
plishment which come from knowing 
that the toughest year is over. Up- 
perclass also had a vested interest in 
the speedy completion of the Plebe 
Recognition Ceremony, as their lib- 
erty did not begin until there were no 
more plebes. 


The Year: Herndon 

The Year: Herndon 



The Year: Herndon 

1990'S FIRST 


Despite adverse weather, a large 
crowd turned out to watch the class of 
1990 attack Herndon Monument. Be- 
cause the Friday morning parade was 
cancelled, the scaling of Herndon 
marked the opening of Commission- 
ing Week ceremonies. After sloshing 
around in lard-coated chaos for a 
while, 1990 emerged with a strategy 
capitalizing on one of its unique as- 
sets. Byron Hopkins, a 6'9" basketball 
player, displayed his amazing reach. 
He pulled down the dixie cup hat, a 
symbol of Plebe year, and replaced it 
with a combination cover. Byron's 
classmates then carried him trium- 
phantly to the Superintendent, who 
awarded him with an Admiral's 
shoulderboard. Tradition claims that 
the mid who places the hat on the 
monument will be the class' first ad- 
miral. If so, Hopkins will surely be the 
tallest Admiral ever! 

The Year: Herndon 




As Second Class looked forward to 
the big event, Plebes were required to 
answer the question, "How many 
days until my Ring Dance?" Some 
Second Class asked this question 
wondering how long they had to find a 
date; others were only anxious to wear 
their new rings. Aside from the ob- 
vious romance of the Ring Dance, it 
also had a deeper meaning for the 
Class of 1988. It marked the begin- 
ning of their year. It has been said 
that the only ranks worth having were 
Fleet Admiral and Midshipman First 
Class. As each Midshipman received 
his ring from his date, it was a sort of 
coronation. As "kings" of the Acad- 
emy for a year, the Class of 1988 could 
now begin reaping the benefits of 
three hard years. 


The Year: Ring Dance 


The Year: Ring Dance 



The Year: Ring Dance 

The Year: Ring Dance 




Although the Superintendent's 
Buchanan House was the scene 
of countless receptions and din- 
ners throughout the year, noth- 
ing could compare with the 
Commissioning Week Garden 
Parties. In two nights, one for 
each regiment, thousands of 
guests visited and were amazed 
by the large-scale hospitality 
and the beauty of the garden. 
The entire graduating Class of 
1987 was invited to bring par- 
ents, relatives, and friends to the 
Admiral's house for a pleasant 
evening. It was a fine opportu- 
nity to meet the families of close 
friends. For many parents the 
highlight was a chance to meet 
Admiral and Mrs. Marryott. 


The Year: Garden Party 

The Year: Garden Party 



The Year: Blue Angels 




Nobody conveys the exhilaration of 
flight like the Blue Angels. No matter 
how many times one has seen them, it 
is never enough. This year, there was 
an added attraction; the Blue Angels 
appeared for the first time at the 
Academy in their new F/A-18 Hor- 
nets. The show was a special one for 
some of the pilots, too. LCDR Pat 
Walsh, a 1977 grad commented, 
"There's only one way to return to 
Bancroft Hall, that's in a Blue jet, 
upside down over the Severn River 
bridge at 400 knots, leaving a trail of 
smoke and noise behind you." 









The weather had not been cooper- 
ating with Commissioning Week. 
Rain came and went unpredictably 
each day, threatening outdoor events. 
The Dedication Parade on Friday had 
been cancelled, and relatives and 
friends were hoping that they would 
get to see at least one parade. Early 
Tuesday morning it was announced 
that the Color Parade was cancelled. 
After a few more changes, the parade 
eventually went as scheduled. Thou- 
sands of wet, chilled spectators 
watched as Fourth Company became 
the new Color Company, based on 
points earned in academics, athletics, 
professional competitions, and other 



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The Year: Color Parade 

The Year: Color Parade 




The realization that graduation is less 
than a day away has traditionally 
caused First Class Midshipmen to 
jump into the water in full dress uni- 
form after the Color Parade. The re- 
flecting pool was once the site of this 
ritual, but it is a garden now. The 
river is too dirty, and this year the 
fountain in front of Dahlgren had no 
water in it. So most of the Class of '87 
performed this ritual in the Lejeune 
pool. After realizing that they will 
never have to march again, the First 
Class took their joy to new heights — 
ten meters. 


The Year: Celebration 

The Year: Celebratio 




Outstanding midshipmen were recognized at the 
Prizes and Awards Ceremony. Admiral Mar- 
ryott, Captain Habermeyer, Dean Lamb, and 
Captain Coppedge presented awards to mid- 
shipmen excelling in leadership, academics, and 
athletics. The awards are listed in the Honors 
section on page 768. 


The Year: Awards Ceremony 

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The Year: Awards Ceremony 



The Year: Graduation 



The Graduation and Commissioning 
Ceremonies for the Class of 1987 were 
held indoors at Halsey Fieldhouse be- 
cause of the rain and inclement 
weather. This unusual occurrence 
hardly seemed out of place for a class 
which had received a number of 
unique deals throughout its four years 
at the Academy. Although fewer rel- 
atives and friends could attend the 
indoor graduation, the ceremony it- 
self was no less impressive. The Hon- 
orable George Bush, Vice President of 
the United States gave the graduation 
address, after an introduction by the 
Honorable James H. Webb, Jr., Sec- 
retary of the Navy, and remarks by 
the Superintendent, Rear Admiral 
Ronald F. Marryott. The Class of '87 
eagerly listened to the speeches as the 
moment they had been working to- 
ward for four years grew close. 

The Year: Graduation 



The Year: Graduation 


TOP 104 

Midshipmen graduating with distinc- 
tion were the first to receive their 
diplomas. These 104 men and women 
were in the top ten percent of the 
class according to the order of merit, 
determined by academic, profession- 
al, conduct, and physical education 
standards. They were presented their 
diplomas by Vice President Bush. 
Christopher Scott Calhoun graduated 
first in the class of 1987. For a com- 
plete list of those members of the 
class graduating with distinction, see 
the Honors section beginning on page 

The Year: Graduation 




As each midshipman received his di- 
ploma and was congratulated by the 
Vice President, a variety of feelings 
was evident. Pride in accomplish- 
ment, relief of emancipation from 
Mother B, sadness for leaving behind 
good friends and good times, antic- 
ipation of what lay ahead — all these 
showed in the faces of the graduates. 
Then the Class of 1987 took its Oath 
of Office as officers in the naval ser- 
vice. The new Second Lieutenants in 
the Marine Corps were administered 
the Oath by General CD. Dean, and 
the new Ensigns were sworn in by the 
Chief of Naval Operation, Admiral 
C.A.H. Trost. After pledging to sup- 
port and defend the Constitution, 
singing "Blue and Gold," and giving 
three cheers "for those we leave be- 
hind," the newly commissioned offi- 
cers finally threw their midshipmen's 
cover into the air. 


The Year: Graduation 

The Year: Graduation 


CLASS OF 1987 


Immediately after commissioning, the 
new officers met with their families and 
friends to celebrate the biggest step in 
their careers so far. But first they need- 
ed to don the insignia of their new rank. 
Once outfitted in their new covers and 
shoulderboards, and insignia, there was 
still one final Academy ritual to per- 
form: Tradition says that the newly 
commissioned officer must give a silver 
dollar to the first person saluting him. 
While graduation marked the departure 
of the Class of 1987 and the end of 
another year at the Academy, it was, 
more importantly, a beginning of 1,045 
officers' careers. 


The Year: Graduation 

The Year: Graduation 


The captain's quarters emphasises 
two important points about 
leadership. The relative luxury and 
spaciousness demonstrate the old 
adage, "Rank hath its Privilege;" 
however, their proximity to the ship's 
wheel and the gun deck made for a 
less than comfortable ride. This 
shows that "Rank hath its 
Responsibilities." These two 
principles were clearly demonstrated 
by the leaders in our chain-of- 
command, the Academy staff, and 
the faculty. This section is dedicated 
to them. 


President of the United States 146 

Secretary of Defense 

Secretaries of the Navy 

Chairman, Joint Chiefe of Staff 

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Commandant of the Marine Corps 

Superintendents of the Naval Academy 

Superintendent's Staff 

Commandants of Midshipmen 

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Office of the Commandant 160 

Department Heads 161 

Chaplains 162 

Midshipman Supply Department 163 

Administration 164 

Operations 166 

Engineering and Weapons 

Mathematics and Science 

U.S. and International Studies 
English and History ......... 

Professional Development 

Physical Education 




Command, Staff, and Faculty 








Ronald W. Reagan 


Command: President 

Caspar W. Weinberger 

Command: Secretary of Defense 


John F. Lehman 


Command: Secretary of the Navy 

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ADM William J. Crowe, Jr. 


Command: JCS Chairman 

ADM James D. Watkins 

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ADM Carlisle A.H. Trost 


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Command: Marine Corps Commandant 


RADM Charles R. Larson 


Command: Superintendent 

RADM Ronald F. Marryott 

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LT Mark Tempestilli 

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Command: Academic Dean 


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LCDR Charles A. Floyd 


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CDR Frank D. Mintjal 

CDR George W. Pucciarelli 


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Captain Karl M. Klein, USN 

Commander Robert N. Christianson, USN 

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Faculty: Division of Engineering and Weapons 


Commander Vernon C. Gordon, USN 

Associate Chairman 
Professor Maido Saarlas 

Lieutenant Commander David Adcock, RN 

Associate Professor John E. Allen 

Associate Professor William J. Bagaria 

Professor Harold Black 

Lieutenant Bruce A. Campbell, USN 

Professor Bernard H. Carson 

Associate Professor Gerald F. Hall 

Lieutenant Commander J. Douglas Humphrey, USN 

Assistant Professor Michael D. A. Mackney 

Major Ronald L. Meng, USMC 

Professor George E. Pieper 

Professor David F. Rogers 





Faculty: Department of Aerospace Engineering 



Lieutenant Colonel George D. Peterson, USAF 

Associate Chairman 
Professor Ralph R. Santoro 

Professor Reuben E. Alley, Jr. 

Captain Warren P. Averill, USMC 

Associate Professor William E. Bennett 

Lieutenant Commander Walter J. Bloss, USN 

Lieutenant Commander H. David Brown, CF 

Lieutenant Commander William B. Brown, Jr., USN 

Professor Stephen H. Burns 

Assistant Professor Patricia E. Burt 

Assistant Professor William J. Chimiak 

Lieutenant Commander Robert 0. Corey, USN 

Professor Francis J. Eberhardt 

Lieutenant James R. Hague, CEC, USN 

Assistant Professor David S. Harding 

Lieutenant Major Jerry M. Jenkins, USN 

Lieutenant Scot L. Johnson, USN 

Major Francis P. Lanzer, USMC 

Professor Glenn E. Leydorf 

Associate Professor Tian S. Lim 

Lieutenant Major Johnnie M. Logan, USN 

Professor Richard L. Martin 

Captain Michael K. McClanahan, USMC 

Lieutenant Major Frank Piazza, USN 

Lieutenant John R. Plett, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Homer J. Rood, USN 

Assistant Professor William Rynone 

Professor Antal A. Sarkady 

Lieutenant Major David D. Thomson, USN 

Major James G. Ware, USMC 

Associate Professor Raymond Wasta 


Faculty: Department of Electrical Engineering 



Professor Joseph D. Gillerlain, Jr. 


Commander Alfred L. Cipriani, USN 

Professor J. Alan Adams 

Assistant Professor Shirley T. Fleischmann 

Professor John 0. Geremia 

Lieutenant Commander E.J. Gibson, USN 

Professor Robert A. Granger 

Lieutenant Commander Mark J. Harper, USN 

Professor Dennis F. Hasson 

Lieutenant Commander Ronald M. Hill, USN 

Associate Professor Russell D. Jamison 

Professor James A. Joyce 

Professor Eugene L. Keating 

Associate Professor Harry H. Keith, Jr. 

Associate Professor William M. Lee 

Major Steven R. Lindberg, USA 

Lieutenant Commander Robert S. Owendoff, USN 

Assistnat Professor Kenneth R. Shankle 

Lieutenant Marc H. rolfes, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Kenneth R. Shankle, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Michael J. Shimko, USN 

Professor Jack H. Smith 

Professor Russell A. Smith 

Captain Paul B. Stumbo, USAF 

Professor John P. Uldrick 

Lieutenant Commander Thomas D.L. Walker, USN 

Professor Chih Wu 

Faculty: Department of Mechanical Engineering 



Professor Rameswar Bhattacharyya 


Commander Thomas E. Fahy, USN 

Commander Robert A. Baeder, USN 

Associate Professor William A. Barr 

Professor Emeritus Arthur E. Bock 

Lieutenant John R. Bollinger, CEC, USN 

Professor Roger H. Compton 

Commander Thomas C. Cooper, USN 

Professor Thomas H. Dawson 

Lieutenant Michael T. DiMercurio, USN 

Lieutenant William D. Doner, USN 

Professor Bruce Johnson 

Lieutenant Michael D. Johnson, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Robert H. Kuppers, USN 

Associate Professor Thomas J. Langan 

Lieutenant Commander Alan B. Lerchbacker, USN 

Assistant Professor Keith W. Lindler 

Lieutenant Gregory R. Long, CEC, USN 

Lieutenant Commander John T. Manvel, USN 

Assistant Professor Robert H. Mayer 

Professor Michael E. McCormick 

Lieutenant Commander Thomas L. McGowen, USN 

Associate Professor John T. Metcalf 

Lieutenant Commander Roger H. Morrison, USN 

Associate Professor Bruce C. Nehrling 

Professor Martin E. Nelson 

Assistant Professor Marshall L. Nuckols 

Associate Professor Clyde C. Richard 

Assistant Professor William H. Schulden 

Lieutenant Commander Dale R. Scott, USN 

Assistant Professor Kenneth L. Tuttle 

Lieutenant Commander William G. Washnock, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Brian R. Weaver, USN 

Assistant Professor Gregory J. White 

Professor Peter F. Wiggins 


Faculty: Department of Naval Systems Engineering 


Professor Charles F. Olsen 

Lieutenant Colonel David W. Diggle 

Associate Professor Thomas E. Bechert 
Lieutenant Commander Paul W. Bobowiec, USN 

Associate Professor C. George Brockus 
Commander Robert N. Christianson, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Peter F. Coste, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Harold H. Cummings, USN 
Associate Professor Robert DeMoyer, Jr. 
Lieutenant Commander David 0. Drew, USN 
Associate Professor Terrence E. Dwan 
Lieutenant Joseph P. Gilio, USN 
Lieutenant Commander David S. Hilder, USN 
Associate Professor Kenneth A. Knowles, Jr. 
Lieutenant Commander Martin J. Leghart, USN 
Lieutenant Commander John H. McKim, USN 
Professor E. Eugene Mitchell, Jr. 
Lieutenant Commander John F. Moran, USN 
Captain Gregory A. Morrison, USMC 
Lieutenant Commander John D. Ouellette, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Joseph W. Poole, USN 
Associate Professor Olaf N. Rask 
Visiting Professor Robert S. Reed 
Captain Dan Simons, USMC 
Lieutenant Commander Wesley C. Stanfield, USN 
Lieutenant Charles M. Vining, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Thomas R. Watt, USN 
Associate Professor Jerry W. Watts 
Lieutenant Commander Carl E. Wick, USN 

Faculty: Department of Weapons and Systems Engineering 



Faculty: Division of Mathematics and Science 


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Associate Professor Frederick A. Skove 


Lieutenant Commander William G. Borries, USN 

Captain Arthur J. Athens, USMC 

Associate Professor Frank L.K. Chi 

Assistant Professor Clayton A. Dane 

Lieutenant Commander Mark J. Geschke, USN 

Major Gary M. Ham, USMC 

Professor Patrick R. Harrison 

Lieutenant Commander Richard L, Kiefer, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Matthew L. Lechieitner, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Melinda L. Moran, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Michele G. Mort, USN 

Assistant Professor Frank Pittelli 

Lieutenant Commander Willis R. Rowe, USN 

Lieutenant Commander David J. Smania, USN 

Associate Professor Robert E. Steed 

Captain Jonathan C. White, USMC 

Faculty: Department of Computer Science 



Professor Frederic I. Davis 

Commander John M. Cochrane, USN 

Professor James C. Abbott 

Professor Peter P. Andre 

Assistant Professor Craig K. Bailay 

Associate Professor B. Mitchell Baker 

Professor Theodore J. Benac 

Professor Ebon E. Betz 

Associate Professor James L. Buchanan 

Commander James D. Buttinger, USN 

Captain John M. Byzewski, USMC 

Commander James J. Carlin, USN 

Associate Professor Michael W. Chamberlain 

Visiting Professor Charles H. Christie 

Associate Professor Carol G. Crawford 

Professor James M. DArchangelo 

Visiting Assistant Professor Dean Duffy 

Lieutenant Nan B. Dupuy, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Christopher E. Feeney, USN 

Assistant Professor Gary 0. Fowler 

Associate Professor Anthony M. Gaglione 

Assistant Professor Maryk J. Gotay 

Associate Professor Charles C. Hanna 

Associate Professor Robert A. Herrmann 

Commander Martin D. Herzog, USN 

Captain J. Blair Hill, USMC 

Assistant Professor Michael E. Hoffman 

Associate Professor John S. Kalme 

Assistant Professor Gail A. Kaplan 

Professor Harold M. Kaplan 

Associate Professor Mark E. Kidwell 

Associate Professor Philip 0. Koch 

Lieutenant Commander Frederic A. Lanes, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Katherine S. Lanes, USN 

Associate Professor Bao T. Lerner 

Lieutenant Robert J. Lymburner, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Freddie L. Lynn, USN 

Assistant Professor Thomas J. Mahar 

Associate Professor Reza Malek-Madani 

Assistant Professor Robert L. Manicke 

Captain Richard F. Maruszewski, USNR 

Assistant Professor Paul B. Massell 

Professor Peter A. McCoy 

Associate Professor Mark D. Meyerson 

Assistant Professor Courtney H. Moen 

Professor C. Edward Moore 

Lieutenant Commander Jerome A. Morzinski, USN 

Associate Professor Edard J. Moulis, Jr. 

Professor W. Charles Mylander 

Assistant Professor George Nakos 

Lieutenant Commander James A. Olson, USN 

Commander Lee Parsons, USNR 

Associate Professor Howard L. Penn 

Associate Professor Geoffrey L. Price 

Associate Professor Bruce Richter 

Lieutenant Commander David A. Rippell, USN 

Professor Thomas J. Sanders 

Lieutenant Commander Patrick A. Sanz, USN 

Instructor Shirley M. Stolarski 

Instructor Jacqueline F. Stone 

Associate Professor James M. Stormes 

Assistant Professor Aaron I. Stucker 

Associate Professor JoAnn S. Turisco 

Associate Professor John C. Turner 

Associate Professor William P. Wardlaw 

Associate Professor Peter J. Welcher 

Assistant Professor William Douglas Withers 

Associate Professor Carvel S. Wolfe 

Associate Professor William E. Yancey 

Associate Professor Karen E. Zak 


Faculty: Department of Mathematics 


Professor Charles F. Rowell 


Commander John P. Christopher, USN 

Instructor Robert M. Andrews 

Captain Gerald P. Belknap, USA 

Associate Professor Thomas E. Bitterwolf 

Lieutenant Mark L. Campbell, USNR 

Associate Professor Graham T. Cheek 

Professor Roland R. Corey, Jr. 

Lieutenant Commander Kenneth W. Curry, USN 

Assistant Professor Edward R. Davis 

Assistant Professor Douglas S. Dudis 

Associate Professor Mark L. Elert 

Assistant Professor Ann B. Frost 

Associate Professor Frank J. Gomba 

Associate Professor O. Lloyd Jones 

Professor Edward Koubek 

Lieutenant Commander Nathan Lacy, USNR 

Associate Professor Robert G. Linck 

Professor Samuel P. Massie 

Instructor Irene L. Pigman 

Lieutenant Colonel William M. Raymond, USA 

Professor Emeritus Orville W. Rollins 

Assistant Professor Diane Schmit 

Assistant Professor Heidi A. Schmitt- Weaver 

Professor John W. Schultz 

Assistant Professor Joyce E. Shade 

Professor Emeritus William M. Smedley 

Major Robert L. Vaugn, USAF 

Assistant Professor Boyd A. Waite 

Assistant Professor Edward D. Walton 

Associate Professor David L. Weingartner 

Faculty: Department of Chemistry 






Commander Michael P. Cavanaugh, USN 


Professor John W. Foerster 

lieutenant Commander Marion E. Alcorn, USN 

lieutenant Commander Leonyx G. Baker, USN 

lieutenant Eric J. Cooibaugh, USN 

Professor Douglas W. Edsall 

lieutenant Commander John P. Gleason, USN 

Visiting Professor Edward E. Hindman 

lieutenant Commander Richard G. Kelley, USN 

lieutenant Steven D. Kinney, USN 

Visiting Professor Thomas L. Kozo 

Lieutenant Commander Donald E. McManus, USN 

lieutenant Commander Kurt M. Scarbro, USN 

Visiting Professor Alan E. Strong 

Associate Professor Marshal P. Waters, USNR 

Professor Jerome Williams 


Faculty: Department of Oceanography 


Professor Graham D. Gutsche 


Commander Timothy L. Houck, USN 

Associate Professor Carol E. Albert 

Lieutenant David A. Beam, USN 

Associate Professor Donald W. Brill 

Lieutenant Commander Charles L. Burmaster, USN 

Associate Professor Gerald P. Calame 

Lieutenant Michael J. Connolly, USN 

Associate Professor Francis D. Correll 

Professor Samuel A. Elder 

Associate Professor Irene M. Engle 

Assistant Professor John P. Ertel 

Associate Professor William E. Fasnacht 

Professor John J. Fontanella 

Associate Professor Edgar D. Hall 

Assistant Professor James R. Huddle 

Commander William F. Jenkins, USN 

Professor Richard L. Johnston 

Associate Professor Murray S. Korman 

Lieutenant Mark Marshfieid, USN 

Lieutenant Commander David E. McLaughlin, USN 

Professor Frank L. Miller 

Associate Professor Bruce H. Morgan 

Assistant Professor Eugene P. Mosca 

Associate Professor David A. Nordling 

Captain Paul H. Ostiek, USAF 

Visiting Professor Michael S. Rapport 

Professor Charles W. Rector 

Lieutenant Commander David A. Sadler, USN 

Associate Professor Leslie R. Schweizer 

Professor Robert N. Shelby 

Associate Professor Lawrence L. Tankersley 

Lieutenant Commander Rodney D. Timm, USN 

Professor Donald J. Treacy 

Lieutenant Edward J. Tucholski, USN 

Associate Professor Mary C. Wintersgill 

Faculty: Department of Physics 







Captain Steve F. Kime, USN 


Commander E.A. McKenney, USN 




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Professor Michael C. Halbig 

Instructor Penelope M. Bledsoe 
Assistant Professor Christopher D. Buck 
Assistant Professor Eva L. Corredor 
Associate Professor Sharon G. Dahlgren 
Assistant Professor William H. Fletcher 
Assistant Professor Audrey Gaquin 
Assistant Professor Elsa M. Gilmore 
Instructor Sylvain Guarda 
Commander Jurgen Hendes, FGN 
Professor John A. Hutchins 
Lieutenant (j.g.) Julie A. Kendall, USNR 
Professor Daniel T.Y. Lee 
Lieutenant Francisco Perez-Rico, Mexican Navy 
Associate Professor Gladys Rivera-La Scala 
Associate Professor Vladimir S. Tolstoy 
Professor John D. Yarbro 

Faculty: Department of Language Studies 




Professor John Eric Fredland 


Commander Robert B. Moore, USN 

Lieutenant Michael G. Austin, SC, , USNR 

Captain Daivd A. Bethel, USMC 

Associate Professor William R. Bowman 

Associate Professor Arthur Gibb, Jr. 

Associate Professor Rae Jean B. Goodman 

Associate Professor F. Reed Johnson 

Professor Roger D. Little 

Professor Clair E. Morris 

Captain Michael J. Pauiovich, USMC 

Lieutenant Commander Raymond F. Turner, USNR 

Lieutenant Derrick A. Wagner, SC, USN 

Associate Professor A. Royall Whitaker 

Associate Professor Thomas A. Zak 



Faculty: Department of Economics 

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Professor Robert L. Rau 

Professor George P. Atkins 

Assistant Professor Robert Beckman 

Associate Professor Thomas Boyajy 

Major George L. Breeden.II, USN 

Professor Charles L. Cochran 

Foreign Service Officer John D. Coffman 

Major Michael E. Edwards, USMC 

Commander Marsha J. Evans, USN 

Professor John A. Fitzgerald, Jr. 

Associate Professor Stephen E. Frantzich 

Assistant Professor William B. Garrett 

Assistant Professor Barbara Harff 

Captain Steve F. Kime, USN 

Captain John E. Kruse, USMC 

Professor Karl A. Lamb 

Assistant Professor Gale A. Mattox 

Commander Edward A. McKenney, USN 

Director of Computer Services James L. Moss 

Associate Professor Helen E. Purkitt 

Associate Professor Arthur R. Rachwald 

Commander Robert C. Schaeffer, USN 

Professor Rodney G. Tomlinson 

Lieutenant Commander Luanne A. Turrentine, USN 

Commander Charles D. Voros, USN 

Faculty: Department of Political Science 



Lieutenant Colonel Laurence W. Mazzeno, USA 


Associate Professor Eileen T. Johnston 

Associate Professor James A. Arnold 
Major Charles E. Beck, USAF 
Lieutenant Andrew L. Benson, USN 
Associate Professor Harriet F. Bergmann 
Associate Professor Neil Berman 
Assistant Professor Stephen N. Bron 
Associate Professor Marlene C. Browne 
Instructor Carol Burke 
Associate Professor Laura P. Claridge 
Lieutenant Thomas J. DeKomfeld, USN 
Professor Fred M. Fetrow 
Lieutenant Jill C. Garzone, USN 
Assistant Professor C. Herbert Gilliland 
Lieutenant Scott A. Hastings, USN 
Associate Professor John M. Hill 
Assistant Professor Mary D. Howland 
Professor Philip K. Jason 
Professor Michael Jasperson 
Associate Professor Eileen T. Johnston 
Professor Allan B. Lefcowitz 
Assistant Professor Robert D. Madison 
Lieutenant Commander H. Keith Maynard, USN 
Commander Stephen V. Myslinski, USNR 
Associate Professor Charles J. Nolan, Jr. 
Assistant Professor Timothy D. O'Brien 
Captain Keith Oliver, USMC 
Associate Professor Michael P. Parker 
Assistant Professor Nancy W. Prothro 
Associate Professor Stephen M. Ross 
Lieutenant Barbara E. Schebendach, USN 
Captain Jenny Sidri, USA 
Associate Professor Molly B. Tinsley 
Professor David 0. Tomlinson 
Associate Professor David A. White 
Assistant Professor Hardy C. Wilcoxon, Jr. 
Associate Professor John Wooten 


Colonel John W. Ripley 


Robert F. Saikowski 


Faculty: Division of English and History 


Professor Frederick S. Harrod 

Associate Professor Richard P. Abels 

Associate Professor P. Robert Artigiani 

Associate Professor Ted Bogacz 

Associate Professor Thomas E. Brennan 

Professor William L. Calerhead 

Assistant Professor William B. Cogar 

Associate Professor Phyllis Culham 

Lieutenant Commander Thomas J. Cutler, USN 

Assistant Professor Mary A. DeCredico 

Lieutenant Jan Dejnozka, USNR 

Captain Gilbert B. Diaz, USMC 

Assistant Professor Nancy W. Ellenberger 

Associate Professor Jane E. Good 

Associate Professor Kenneth J. Hagan 

Commander Kenneth R. Holzmann, USN 

Professor John W. Hoston 

Assistant Professor Michael T. Isenberg 

Professor David E. Johnson 

Lieutenant Commander Andrew Koczon, USNR 

Associate Professor Robert W. Love, Jr. 

Professor Philip R. Marshall 

Associate Professor Daniel M. Masterson 

Lieutenant Commander Timothy M. McLaughlin, USN 

Assistant Professor David P. Peeler 

Assistant Professor Anne T. Quartararo 

Assistant Professor William R. Roberts 

Major Robert F. Saikowski, USMC 

Lieutenant Commander Don T. Sine, USN 

Associate Professor Jack Sweetman 

Professor Craig L. Symonds 

Associate Professor James P. Thomas, Jr. 

Professor Larry V. Thompson 

Captain Peter T. Underwood, USMC 

Professor Philip W. Warken 

Faculty: Division of English and History 


Commander David E. Church, USN 

Lieutenant Frank W. Fenno, USN 


Faculty: Division of Professional Development 









CDR Christoper Weaver 


Commander Christopher E. Weaver, USN 

Lieutenant Geoffrey R. Brandquist, USN 
Lieutenant Kevin F. Brown, USN 
Lieutenant Commander John W. Byrne IV, USN 
Commander Luiz Sergio Carvalho, Brazilian Navy 
Lieutenant Carmel E. Chapline, USN 
Lieutenant Walter B. Coumbe, USN 
Lieutenant Alan Ft. Dodge, USN 
Lieutenant Todd A. Erickson, USN 
Lieutenant Thomas Esquina, USN 
Lieutenant William S. Gripman, USN 
Lieutenant Commander John D. Hill, USN, USMC 
Lieutenant Commander Thomas J. Hirsche, USN 
Lieutenant Nicholas H. Holman, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Phillip C. Ingham, RN 
Lieutenant Burton W. James, USN 
Lieutenant Nickolas G. Katsiotis, USN 
Lieutenant Michael. Kronzer, USN 
Lieutenant Jonathon D. Kurtz, USN 
Lieutenant John D. Little, USN 
Lieutenant Shawn D. Mank, USN 
Lieutenant Anthony Marolt, USN 
Lieutenant Edward J. Maszewski, USN 
Lieutenant Arthur A. McMinn, USN 
Lieutenant Commander Stefano Mole, IN 
Lieutenant Mark R. Nicol, RAN 
Lieutenant Thomas S. O'Donnell, USN 
Lieutenant Gary D. Pash, USNR 
Lieutenant John D. Paul, USN 
Lieutenant L. Lee Price, USN 
Lieutenant Kenneth M. Rome, USN 
Lieutenant Eric Romon, FN 
Lieutenant Taylor W. Skardon, USN 
Lieutenant Francis R. Slattery, USN 
Lieutenant David R. Stitzlein, USNR 
Lieutenant Thomas W. Strother, USN 
Lieutenant Hideo Watanabe, JMSDF 
Lieutenant THomas P. Yavorski, USN 
Lieutenant Marcus B. Yonehiro, USN 

Faculty: Department of Seamanship and Navigation 






CDR Donald J. Curran 


Commander Donald J. Curran, Jr., USN 

Visting Professor Leanne E. Atwater 

Lieutenant Commander Brian A. Beckman, USN 

Lieutenant James N. Bond, JAGC, USNR 

Assistant Professor Eric D. Bowman 

Lieutenant Mary A. Brigden, USN 

Captain John A. Bukauskas, USMC 

Lieutenant Gilbert M. Buthlay, USN 

Lieutenant Jeffrey D. Cornelius, JACG, USNR 

Commander Patricia W. Crigler, MSC, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Edwards, JACG, 


Lieutenant Commander Melvin A. Estey, MSC, USN 

Captain Richard G. Houck, USMC 

Lieutenant Barbara M. Korosec, USN 

Lieutenant Commander C .R. Large, USN 

Lieutenant Thomas J. Malone, USNR 

Lieutenant Commander Tania E. Marshall, USN 

Professor Karel Montor 

Commander Richard S. Murray, USN 

Lieutenant Sean G. Neilan, USN 

Lieutenant Commander Katherine Ramsey, JAGC, 


Lieutenant Lisa B. Squire, USN 

Lieutenant Jimmie C. Woodard, USN 



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CDR David E. Church 

CDR Patricia Crigler 


Faculty: Department of Leadership and Law 

LCDR David Johnson 

LT Stephen P. Curtis 

LT William McCormack 

CDR Edward R. Curtis 


Commander Edward R. Hebert 


Lieutenant Stephen P. Curtis, USN 


Lieutenant Anthony A. Egeln, USN 
Lieutenant James L. Whittington, USN 


Lieutenant William P. McCormack, USN 


Lieutenant Allen D. Cone, USN 


Lieutenant Commander David A. Johnson, USN 


Lieutenant Michael S. Schwartz, USN 


Lieutenant David M. Surgent, USN 


Instructor Bert C. Wylds 

Faculty: Department of Professional Programs 


Commander James J. Campbell, USN 

Commander Carl J. Tamulevich, USN 

Associate Professor James Gehardes 

Associate Professor Hienz W. Lenz 

Thomas F. Bates 







CDR Carl Tamulevich 

Prof. James Gehdres 


Faculty: Physical Education 


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William A. Savering 

LT Eileen S. Sheahan 

Lieutenant Christopher D. Bentley, USN 
Associate Professor Stephen Belichick 
Captain Stuart C. Betts, USMC 
Lieutenant Commander Victor Blitz, USN 
Karen C. Boyle 

Associate Professor Albert A. Cantello 
Lieutenant Ted W. Carter, USN 
Associate Professor Rex W. Clothier 
Associate Professor Jack M. Cloud 
Assistant Professor Stephen M. Cooksey 
Lieutenant John W. Cotton, USN 
Assistant Professor Jan B. Dainard 
Richard A. Deladrier 
Ensign Edward N. Denny, USNR 
Lieutenant David S. Dobbs, USN 
Associate Professor Joseph C. Duff 
Lieutenant Alan C. Edkins, USN 
Ensign John F. Fitzpatrick, USNR 
Assistant Professor Peter M. Kormann 
Ensign David R. Laton, USNR 
Associate Professor Lee W. Lawrence 
Assistant Professor Barbara J. Lawson 
Ensign Ronald E. Lievendag, Jr.. USNR 
James J. McNally 

Associate Professor Richard F. Meade 
Lieutenant Colonel L. L. Messick, USMC 
Lieutenant Eugene Miller, USN 
Associate Professor Lawrence G. Myers 
Ensign Patrick H. Nicholas, USNR 
Assistant Professor John C. Officer 
Ensighn Kerry J. O'Shanick, USNR 
Associate Professor Edwin C. Peery 
Associate Professor Dudley W. Purdy 
Assistant Professor William Savering 
Lieutenant Nancy J. Schiavetta, USN 
Lieutenant Robert J. Schoeneck, USN 
Ensign Michael W. Schofield, USNR 
Lieutenant Eileen S. Sheahan, USN 
Associate Professor Joseph Suriano 
Associate Professor Reginald P. Wicks 

Faculty: Physical Education 



Each line in the 
Constitution's rigging has a 
purpose of its own. Halyards, 
sheets, downhauls, shrouds, 
and others — all work 
together smoothly to sail the 
ship. Just as independent 
and unique lines combine to 
make the rigging, four and a 
half thousand men and 
women, each of them 
singular individuals, join 
together into the Brigade of 
Midshipmen, sailing forth 
with unity of spirit and 
clarity of purpose. In this 
section, the Lucky Bag 
presents the thirty-six 
companies of the Brigade. 








BATTALION .....446 



The Brigade 


Fall Staff 

Brigade Commander 

Scott P. McFarlane 
Deputy Brigade Commander 

Patrick J. Hamilton 
Brigade Operations Officer 

Stuart M. Littlejohn 
Brigade Administration Officer 

Thomas A. Marzec 
Brigade Adjutant 

Timothy J. Reimann 
Brigade Supply Officer 

Dana D. Ruge 
Brigade First Lieutenant 

Jeffrey P. Rayburn 

Spring Staff 

Brigade Commander 

James M. Byrne 
Deputy Brigade Commander 

Paul A. Burkett 
Brigade Operations Officer 

Michael A. Stewart 
Brigade Administration Officer 

Scott D. Johnson 
Brigade Adjutant 

James A. Henderson 
Brigade Supply Officer 

Ronald L. Higgs 
Brigade First Lieutenant 

Vincent D. McBeth 

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Brigade Honor Chairman 

Michael T. Sheerin 
Vice Honor Chairman 

Jason W. Cronin 
Vice Honor Chairman 

John S. Cameron 
Vice Honor Chairman 

William D. Angeloni 
Honor Secretary 

Christopher E. Dunphy 
Honor Coordinator 

Michael A. Tluchowski 

The Brigade: Brigade Honor Committee 


First Regimental Staff 

Fall Staff 

Regimental Commander 

Dolores M. Dorsett 
Regimental Sub Commander 

James P. Gfrerer 
Regimental Operations 

Clifford A. Blumenberg 
Regimental Administration 

Matthew S. Bliss 
Regimental Adjutant 

Matthew L. Early 
Regimental Supply 

Dale F. Szpisjak 

Spring Staff 

Regimental Commander 

Thomas W. Casey 
Regimental Sub Commander 

Nicholas B. Campbell 
Regimental Operations 

Paul E. Nesbit 
Regimental Administration 

Christopher Calhoun 
Regimental Adjutant 

Robert S. MacFarland 
Regimental Supply 

David M. Robinson 


The Brigade: First Regimental Staff 

Second Regimental Staff 




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Fall Staff 

Regimental Commander 

Bruce B. Shuttleworth 
Regimental Sub Commander 

Robert L. Calhoun 
Regimental Operations 

John Paul Bissa 
Regimental Administration 

Thomas Y. Wilder 
Regimental Adjutant 

Thomas M. Schwab 
Regimental Supply 

David A. Julian 

Spring Staff 



Matthew J. Midea 
Sub Commander 
Christopher E. Bolt 

Joel B.Baker 

Frederick Dau IV 

Lisa M. Liwski 
Theodore L. Brown 

The Brigade: Second Regimental Staff 


Commander Robert E. Lakari 

Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Michael P. Gaffney 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Keith A. Spencer 
Battalion Operations 

Stephen A. Clarke 
Battalion Adjutant 

Robert Eric Coleman 
Battalion Supply 

Pacy P. Ostroff 
Battalion Administration 

Jeffrey P. Caporossi 


The Brigade: First Battalion 




Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Jeffrey T. Jennings 
Battalion Sub Commander 

David P. Fluker 
Battalion Operations 

Heidi J. Moser 
Battalion Adjutant 

Patrick W. Tierney 
Battalion Supply 

Robert H. Horel 
Battalion Administration 

Eric M. Scheulin 

The Brigade: First Battalion 


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Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Eric Perreca 
Company Sub Commander: Tim White 
Company Adjutant: Ever Gonzalez 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Jack Kennedy 
Company Sub Commander: Kevin Coyne 
Company Adjutant: Jeffrey McGarry 


The Brigade: First Company 



The Class of 1987 

Row One: Paul Burkett, Paul Gross, Anthony Ferrari, Jeffrey McGarry, Jeffrey Jacober, Darren Turner, Richard Ewing, 
John Stringfellow, Evaristo Gonzalez Row Two: John Tigani, Jerry Tyner, Michael Brandenburg, Carl Nerup, Eric Perreca, 
Michael Gaffney, John Dimento, James Monroe, Dave White, Jeffrey Evers, Nicholas Cipriano Row Three: Ernest Harper, 
Patrick Tierney, John Kennedy, Timothy White, Kevin Coyne, Mark Belcher, Joseph Krensavage, Geoffrey Debeauclair, 
Thomas Welch, Larry Hushour, John Green 

The Brigade: First Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Stephen Sobieski, Patrick 
Murray, Vander Boudreau, Cabell 
Baynes, John Donelan, Thomas 
Warner, Bryant Allam, Denise Rupp, 
Phillip Dawson Row Two: Leanne 
Fielding, Donald Hughes, Michael 
Valaik, Pamela Finley, Timothy 
Devlin, Trevor Hunley, Perry 
McDowell, Ruben Garcia, Richard 
Romo, Judith Fortier, Marilou Poten- 
za Row Three: Anthony Diaz, Dean 
Craft, James Jones, Paul Rock, An- 
drew Hicks, James Thien, Daniel 
Schebler, Brian Bartholf, Hope Kat- 
charian Not Shown: Albert Demp- 
sey, Neil Jurkovic 

The Class of 

Row One: Calvin Smith, William 
Simmons, Benjamin Quinto, Larre 
Bachelier, Scott Pappano, Dave 
Greenheck, Clifford Salonga, Jeffrey 
Scott, James Darrell Row Two: 
Kevin Lynne, John Wolf, Michael 
Good, Frank Cardello, Edwin 
Henderson, William Padgett, 
Christopher Thomas, Stephen Stone, 
Chris Mokris, Thomas Reale, Ronald 
Draker, Mohammad Jamshed, Bryan 
Brauns Row Three: David Bergman, 
Robert Samuels, Brian McGoldrick, 
Christopher Fischahs, Harry Pelto, 
William Redman, William Hall, 
Gregory Hall, Brian Frack, James 
Myers Not Shown: Corey Coombs, 
Charles Kimberlin, Cary Krause, 
Robert Webber 

The Class of 

Row One: Joseph Bonacci, Paul 
Beckley, Paul Rottenberg, Raymundo 
Sevidal, Peter Galluch, Ken Carrier, 
Aaron Bartlett, Edward Murdock, 
Michael Bice Row Two: David Haas, 
David Stouwie, Broderick Berkhout, 
Thomas Callender, Fred Alexander, 
Perry Pascal, Christopher Crane, 
George Simonian, Kenneth Bates, 
David Laudadio, Christopher 
Mosakewicz, William Russ Row 
Three: Barbara Hundley, Pamela 
Krahl, Timothy Trotter, Lisa 
Kirkpatrick, John Coyne, David 
Hawkins, Tonya Henderson, Dora 
Lockwood, Tyson Gallander, Henry 
Miller, Samuel Lord Not Shown: 
Michael Maier, Honore Mealey, 
David Raby 


The Brigade: First Company 

The Brigade: First Company 



The Brigade: First Company 

We salute you, Ensign 
Richard E. Ewing, Class of 
'87. Proud & Happy, We Love 
You! Up, Up, and Away! Dad, 
Mom, and Family. 

Congratulations to '87 and 
especially to Paul and his 
mates, Fun One. Serve 
well our country and all 
who love you. John, Rita, 
Tamara, and Sandy. 

"NBTC" It's no different 
tomorrow than today or 

Congratulations Ensign 
Ferrari and First Company 
Godspeed and go get them, 
Tiger. Mom, Dad, Lynn, Tina. 

Dave, a big 4.0 to you for 
4 years of hard work. Now 
comes your reward. To the 
Class of '87, Good Luck all. 
Love, Mom and Pop Henning. 

A salute to Geoff deBeauclair 
and the Class of '87. 
Son, you have made us proud. 
Mom, Dad, Greg and Sam Katz. 

Congratulations ENS Todd 
Monroe for a job well 
done! You've made us proud 
Fly high and safe landing. 
Your flight thru life has 
begun. Love, Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations ENS Welch! 
Our love and pride in your 
accomplishment cannot be 
measured. Smooth Sailing, 
Tom. Mom and Dad. Go Navy! 

The Brigade: First Company 


Mark Allen Belcher 

Mark came to Navy as a good oP boy from 
Texas City, Texas. He weathered plebe 
summer in fine fashion, turning his 6'5" 
frame into a 150 pound lean, mean 
fighting machine. Mark's Third Class 
cruise was seventy days underway, a sub 
pin, and a new company. Change awaited 
from thirsty third to fun one. Second 
Class cruise and year was an adventure in 
the social arena and in the professional 
one. First Class summer he started on 
plebe detail as the Alpha Company sub 
commander. One of the few, the proud, the 
Marine E's, he was destined for nuke after 
almost sleeping thru his interview. Stretch 
will always be remembered for his pen- 
chant for Margaritas, nachos, and crab 
feasts. More than once he was wrapped up 
with a fine southern belle. Godspeed, fair 
winds, and following seas (in subs??) my 
friend. BZ, TEX. TJW. 

Michael Warthen 

A model Catholic boy from St. Mary's, 
Michael started his illustrious naval career 
in Thirtieth Company. He returned from 
youngster cruise as the "Brandenblob", 
and continued to expand. Youngster year 
Mike became a scientist, doing most of his 
research in the rack. Second class year 
Mike stayed out of trouble, along with 
everything else, except the rack. Even 
though he was the common denominator 
first class year, Mike knew nothing about 
the damage at Clarke's. Spurned by Rior- 
dan's, Mike made up for it by paying the 
rent at Griffin's. Even though Mike came 
to USNA only to play lacrosse, he never 
quite made it out to the field. Remember, 
Michael, don't drink and fly — you might 
spill some. PEG, AJF. 

Paul Andrew Burkett 

All who knew Paul realized that he was 
not the typical midshipman. As a matter 
of fact, he could have been called the anti- 
mid. For example, Paul must have been 
the only mid who did not believe in the 
gouge. Also, Paul seemed to think that the 
Naval Academy was a liberal arts institu- 
tion. If you went to his room at night you 
found him reading Milton, Shelley, 
Tacitus, and the like. Based on this and 
his political views, I always figured he was 
a Johnnie in disguise. Finally, Paul never 
participated in the favorite mid past-time 
of complaining. He just quietly overcame 
every obstacle that came his way. Paul and 
I have been through a lot together — from 
Bonehead, to second class summer, to, 
hopefully, nuclear power school. Through 
it all Paul has been a true friend — so- 
meone whom I could always call on if I 
needed someone to count on or to confide 
in. Best of luck and God bless you. B.N.H. 

Nicholas Joseph Cipriano 

Nick came to USNA from NAPS a noisy 
little Long Island boy already thinking of 
marriage. Third class year he lost his old 
flame and saw the light. In Pensacola he 
found his manhood and began his quest of 
breaking hearts. Although grades 
restricted his mobility second class year 
his thoughts remained on fast cars and 
babes — young babes. Changing from a 
math major to one of the brotherhood 
caused his grades to soar first class year 
allowing him to make weekly trips to New 
York. His young innocent high school girl 
took his mind off professionalism and 
gave him the honor of retaking the first 
class PCR. We'll miss his cheery face in 
the morning and his New York sense of 
humor. Good luck Nick and remember- 
you're on the wooden ship with iron men. 
They're lucky to have you. JTM JMS 

Richard Eugene Ewing 

Rich came to the Naval Academy via 
NMMI and ended up in nineteenth com- 
pany plebe year. Rich was a good student 
in High School but things changed ... He 
liked his third class Ac-Board so much he 
went back for seconds the following year. 
After becoming a Scientist, Rich got off of 
his World Tour Boomer-cruise and began 
to enjoy Maryland. He liked liberty and 
leave so much that he rarely came back on 
time. First class year Rich ventured to 
Goucher and Hood in his Prelude (trying 
to fulfill graduation requirements) He also 
took an "easy" class- Astronomy. "What 
could be so hard about looking at stars??" 
Rich was known as a hard worker, but he 
was usually hardly working. He came, he 
saw, he graduated . . . Barely. Get as many 
Traps as you get Cats. AJF JYM 

Anthony Joseph Ferrari 

Tony began his career at NAPS followed 
by a tough plebe year in Club 34. Third 
class year Tonyman decided he needed a 
career change and considered going back 
to New Jersey to become a waiter. He 
changed his mind and decided to stay at 
the Naval Academy concentrating on 
track & electronic football with spuds. 
Second class year brought a four-man 
room, a new night spot- The Vous, and a 
new sport — pole vaulting. First class year 
began with a Marine option cruise in 
Hawaii and continued with Plebe Summer 
detail, during which Tony dated and later 
was engaged to Libby. Ac year had Tony 
working hard for grades and higher class 
rank for a shot at NFO for service selec- 
tion. He sweated it out, but ended up get- 
ting his NFO slot. Good luck and see you 
around, Jagman. REE & JYM 

Michael Patrick Gaffney 

Whether he realizes it or not, Mike is eter- 
nally grateful for his time on the He has a problem, you see; he 
tends to want to do things his own way. 
Fortunately the problem was diagnosed in 
time. People stuck their necks out for him 
and he quite frankly learned that change 
and free time were not things to be ex- 
perimented with; given so little margin for 
error. Alas, Mike eventually came "back 
into the fold." He lived out his days in 
stereotypical mid fashion. He rowed on 
the national level, was the boy in first 
Batt, won a Rhodes Scholarship and wore 
Pro-Keds on liberty. All in all his story is 
the triumph of creativity muzzled just in 
the nick of time. That's Mike, thanks to 
Frank Buchanan and a ten cent candy bar. 

Evaristo Gonzalez 

The Tubin' Cuban came to 1st Company 
after a banner plebe year in Twelfth. That 
was all to change when he selected Carl as 
a roommate and was maxed a 5K for being 
too spirited. Next he worked on his own 
special brand of 6K for classmates losing 
their laundry. "Ever" missed the perfor- 
mance boards, but not constant verbal 
abuse favoring the victims. Ever was a 
fashion King.He searched through GQ 
and took notes during Miami Vice. He 
eliminated his sideburns (which caught 
him lots of attention), and tried to turn in- 
to a blond (which left him an orange). 
Truthfully.the girls liked his clothes, but 
his roommates never caught onto wearing 
X-L shirts. Ever was the only mid to con- 
tinue standing SOW watch after plebe 
year. (HM,AX,AN85,86.)We wish him a 
lot of bucks. JRE, LGH. 


The Brigade: First Company 

Kevin Michael Coyne 

Birdman, gungiest of SWOs, joined us en- 
thusiastically and fashionably late. He 
made it clear early that he wouldn't waste 
time, and learned to max sleep time by 
sleeping in uniform and shaving on 
weekends. Youngster year was a challenge, 
providing both an NCAA Basketball bid 
and a Computer Science Ac Board bid. 
Bird rolled with the punches and landed 
on his feet. Asleep — but on his feet. He 
hammered his way through second class 
year, breezing through EE. He did so well, 
he volunteered for more. He earned a 
plebe summer detail slot and did so well 
they sent him home after only a week. It 
was then while painting basketball courts 
that he learned his true calling, NavAir. 
Most notable about the Bird was his pa- 
tience in dealing with psychos. Good luck 
turnin' and burnin'. JCK. 

Geoffrey Garret deBeauclair 

A master of the 20 minute nap, Debo 
became the ideal study animal. United 
with his roommates halfway through 
youngster year, he quickly showed his true 
colors by studying 70 hours in one week 
during finals -to no avail. Possessed with a 
high motivational factor, Geoff pursued 
and captured all that he went after; from a 
nuclear power billet as a first class to an 
unusual entrance to Hammerjacks as a 
third class. Academics were not Debo's on- 
ly strong suit. He excelled at honor boards 
as well-2 for 2, and out of season tactics — 
birthday presents. Debo was well cared for 
by his care packages from home. (Food is 
bad here, but a package a week?) Though 
he is reserved and quiet, Debo can always 
be counted on for a surprise. Good luck 
Debo! DLT & TBW. 

John Mark Dimento 

A bright spot of anyone's Academy ex- 
perience is finding a great roommate with 
whom to share the struggles and triumphs 
of Bancroft Hall. John was such a room- 
mate for me. His New England sense of 
humor and quick wit kept me always on 
my guard and helped pass the time a little 
more pleasantly. John brought a keen 
desire to excel to all his endeavors. Playing 
on the soccer field or working in the EE 
lab, he never settled for less than his best. 
He excelled on "cruise" also, travelling 
from southern California to London, 
Spain, and France. John will make many a 
nuclear cruiser a better place to be, but on- 
ly after he rampages through San Diego 
and Orlando for a few years. Good luck in 
all you do! PAB. 

Jeffrey Ray Evers 

Jeff came by way of big city life from Hud- 
son.Iowa. Ever ..ince plebe year he has 
been Mr. Squared-away. He beefed up 
while at the Academy and was known for 
his ability to disguise himself as a pencil 
by putting a number 2 on his neck. 
Smarter, there are only a few more, good 
natured, even less so, a stud with women; 
well, how about the population in China? 
More. Jeff probably took out more girls 
than either of his roommates. Of course, 
he only went out with them once. Repeat 
performances seemed rare. Seriously, Jeff 
would make a perfect husband for some 
lucky babe; he has a big . . . salary and 
already owns a family car. We hope the 
family car lasts longer than the reliable 
(constant tow) Fiesta. Jeff, you have class 
in Stribling Hall, (BIG, G!) can't fool you. 

John Kenton Green 

John could have gone to Air Force, which 
would have been a lot closer to his 
hometown of Spokane, Washington, but 
nooo. To this day, he's not sure why he 
chose Annapolis, although it doesn't really 
matter because he's still going to be a jet 
jockey. John majored in Systems 
Engineering, but I personally witnessed 
him scoff at what most people would have 
thought was a highly challenging major. 
He spent the best part of his Supe's list 
liberty getting away from the Academy to 
relax, and he also devoted an enormous 
amount of his spare time to his own 
spiritual development and that of other 
Christians. I have thoroughly enjoyed 
John's friendship and I could not have had 
a better roommate. I wish him all the luck 
in the world. JPK. 

Paul Edward Gross 

Paul found his way to the Naval Academy 
via Old Dominion U. His plebe year was 
spent in 32nd Company, where he was 
known as "Physical Excellence Gross." 
After third class cruise, Paul ended up in 
Fun One and was known from then on as 
"Grub". Grub spent most of his third class 
year sleeping or sailing and never let 
studies get in the way. During second class 
year, Paul decided to change his image and 
become a jock. He lettered in sailing, box- 
ing, and ran marathons for fun. (??) First 
class year was one disappointment after 
another for Paul, but despite not becom- 
ing a seal, losing his wuba, breaking his 
thumb & nose, and getting fried at Army, 
Paul faired well. Always remember the 
youngster ski trip and the drunken times 
at the Dubliner, Keep breaking the girls' 
hearts and don't go out with girls with 1- 
800 numbers. AJF. 

Ernest Anthony Harper 

This Golden Boy from the bay area came 
to school to learn one thing, how to 
become a bass ackwards country hick! 
Em, please justify this. His game, metal 
frisbees, VooGoo, the 1.5 klb Cheese, and 
First Platoon, only because he likes the 
girls to stare at his hugeness . . . No one's 
contaminated his truck lately. 4 wheel 
drive, big tires, and Big Era's still scared 
of the snow. Where you from anyway, 
California? Darling Nicki still likes to in- 
spect and BJ still strips the floor while BI 
waxes. 3 years with Em and only one com- 
plaint. He doesn't care about me, Belinda, 
or the Girl Scouts of America. All he ever 
thinks about is himself . . . and the little 
green mushy things. But that's what you 
DOO! There is one thing that turns him 
on, but he won't tell us what the heck it is! 
Maybe his toes? ENP. 

Larry Gene Hushour 

Arriving at USNA with high hopes of good 
grades and gold wings (well one out of two 
ain't bad, Spruance class), Larry struggled 
through plebedom. After being harshly 
dismissed by his hometown girl, and after 
he dismissed the future Miss Universe by 
calling her Fishlips, he took a beeline path 
to Dahlgren where he met his little honey, 
thus ending his affiliation with the Torah; 
however, he was never too skimpy to give 
away some good leghair to a Goucher 
punkrock. Firsty year saw Hushdog strug- 
gle (yeah, right!) through many a forma- 
tion and football game (How's that Meade 
course?) as Company Ops. Larry was the 
ideal training officer ("You mean you have 
to go on a summer cruise?"). Good luck at 
Top Gun and watch out for those leaches 
on the neck. Ever and Jeff. 

The Brigade: First Company 


John Clarke Kennedy 

Jeffrey Scott Jacober 

Jeff came to USNA from St. Louis and 
ended up in Fourth Company for plebe 
year. Third class year he came to Fun One, 
where the Company Commander (MM) 
really welcomed him. His performance 
was also noted by the Dant who called him 
a "beach boy." Second class year Jeff 
started to enjoy soccer and finally got his 
N-star. He also enjoyed the spam which 
crazy Ed gave him. He finished second 
class year by buying his car and his ring 
and started first class year by buying a 
miniature- hang in there, Marilyn, you 
may get it someday. First class year was a 
bad one for Jeffs knee so he had his fourth 
operation, but he got his pilot billet 
anyway thanks to the limitless billets. 
Remember, dad, "This place sucks." Good 
luck in P-cola, and with Marilyn. JYM 

"Graduation?! I don't believe it!" Imagine 
— only four short years ago, Jack, even by 
his own admission, was a scraping, strug- 
gling, freshman at Adelphi. But he 
wouldn't — no, no — he couldn't be 
denied his rightful spot at USNA. Thus, 
the story begins ... A football career 
tragically halted with a serious knee in- 
jury, Jack found a new obsession in Navy 
track, where he competitively tossed the 
javelin for a season. His latest efforts in- 
volved a stint with Navy boxing, where 
Jack learned to take a good punch. But his 
true love is economics, finance, (well, ok, 
maybe it's skirt-chasing) where "The 
Greatest Economic Thinker" will not 
hesitate to offer his advice. (Jack, 
nonetheless, is as broke as his classmates.) 
A leader of men, Jack was Top Gun as 1st 
Company Commander, and we can be 
assured that he will do as well in Naval 
Aviation. (Thank God for first class 
cruise!) "Cleared for takeoff ..." Good 
luck, Thundercrack. Birdman. 

Joseph Peter Krensavage 

Savage! Joe comes to us from New Jersey 
— that's right, Bruce Springsteen country. 
Among other things, Joe had completed 
Nuke Power School before coming to the 
Academy, and plans to return there after 
graduation (some guys just never learn). 
No surprise really though; Joe's almost a 
professional straggler. Once he had over- 
come plebe swimming, he faced a grueling 
three years mastering the EE major. 
When he wasn't being strangled by 
pythons in Bangkok, he was being tor- 
tured by the USNA orthodontist. Things 
are looking up for Joe, though. With his 
marriage to his fiancee Michelle fast ap- 
proaching, and duty in Pearl Harbor when 
he finally hits the fleet, Joe's future looks 
bright. May the Lord bless and keep you, 
Joe. JKG 

Jeffrey Yates McGarry 

Jeff came to the Naval Academy via 
ROTC at Ohio State and ended up in 27th 
Company for plebe year. Third class year 
brought Jeff to fun one, ("Who ever threw 
up in the bathroom clean it up!") Second 
class year Spud's life at USNA was rough: 
being a Mech E, riding the Rocket, and 
passing EE, but the weekends at the Vous 
with Tony-man made life bearable. Get- 
ting a 1986 RX-7 didn't hurt either. First 
class year started in the Med on cruise for 
Spuds. This was followed by Plebe Sum- 
mer Detail. (Spuds, you hard-ass!) Being a 
first class allowed Spuds ample time to 
become an expert at video games. Spuds 
was one of the lucky few who found out his 
Service Selection in December. After 
choosing CEC, Spuds did not wait to press 
the coast button. We will think about you 
drinking beers in the O-club. Keep that 
Beef-Jerky face. AJF & REE. 

Patrick William Tierney 

Pat came to USNA with an open mind. 
What better place for an impressionable 
youth to begin than a Company nicknam- 
ed "cloud nine"? From numerous places, 
this "Southern Yankee" (Gentleman) 
cruised through third class summer and 
found himself in First Company. Second 
class summer was a party broken up only 
to get the keys out of that car! (Wouldn't 
have happened with one of those foreign 
cars!) Second class year came and went 
and the summer saw Pat on detail. He 
made friends there, too. (Remember 
"TIERNEY HO!!" on 100s night?) First 
class year "Tree" became "The 
Originator" as company academic officer. 
Second semester found him battalion ad- 
jutant, dreaming of being the first NFO to 
be CNO. Good Luck, Pat! The world is 
yours (I'll take TEXAS!). MAB. 

John Anthony Tigani 

Wildman! The only guy who is a computer 
science major, but is not weird, weak, or a 
geek! The three years as roommies have 
been filled with fun and lining. From the 
days withJjhe_2ER0, to the ice box, to the 
preppy-thug, I have seen the little giant go 
from being mild to incredibly WILD! Look 
out world and look out Soviets because the 
wild one is ready for the challenge. 3- 
ZERO-1-5 was the result of the scramble. 
3-1-5 was the product of Stockdale. 1-5 
was the aftermath of treachery, but the 
finished product was 2 surface line of- 
ficers: SWO-15. Wherever you go and 
whatever you do, remember that J.D.T. 
has had and always will have lining for 
Navy and a fresh can for the zero! Friends 
Forever! JDT. 

Darren Lee Turner 

Darren has come a long way since 
youngster year. It only took a few weeks of 
restriction for him to realize the difference 
between a freshman female in uniform 
and a civilian. Of course it took him an ex- 
tra year to slowly withdraw from the 
habit. Coming from his "A" high school in 
South Carolina, Darren found it not that 
tough here unless you asked him how to 
spell his major. (Oshunografy?) The rest 
of his academics were aided by his unique 
talent in registering for classes. (Call me 
for an "A" and his 4-mile gougathons) 
Darren's biggest sacrifice that he had to 
take here is by far having to put away all 
ten of his stuffed animals. Darren was also 
known for his unique unconsciousness 
whenever he got near his bed. Good luck, 
Darren! Torch & Debo. 

Jerry Dwayne Tyner 

Jerry came to Fun One from Thirty Tool. 
He soon found he liked chillin' with math 
better than sweating EE. Third Class year 
was full of lining for and trippin' with 
315. Second class year, along with juice on 
the seawall, Jerry found training the 
plebes to be an enjoyable pastime. Jerry 
still managed to have enough time to pass 
advanced calc and get off the cat. Jerry 
also established himself as the video king 
with an A in Atari 101. First class year saw 
315 trade 3 for the knot and a pair of wuba 
trou last a whole semester. Jerry became 
BSC pres and greatly improved the club. 
He also was the admin dictator and 
knothead tormentor, before going SWO. 
Now it's just Desron 15 dishing Lining! 
Good luck JDT. JAT. 


The Brigade: First Company 

James Todd Monroe 

Todd came to USNA via NAPS from the 
deep South, two-steppin' to Alabama 
tunes and waving a rebel flag. He main- 
tained a low profile until third class year 
when he showed us his appreciation for 
girls, Budweiser, and restriction. (He earn- 
ed a nice Black N). Second class year 
found Todd turning away from the women 
and wine for a new love- EE. After a bitter 
quarrel he walked away a winner and 
resumed his search for new ways to define 
craziness and partying. First class year 
Todd finally settled with one girl and was 
off every weekend to be with her. You'll 
never find a better one Todd, so you'd bet- 
ter invite us to the wedding. We're going to 
miss your southern accent and your ability 
to laugh at anything. Navy air is getting 
one of the best. YILUS, NJC JMS. 

Eric Norman Perreca 

"KILL! KILL!" is what this snake-eating 
former RPI ROTC from this backwards 
state will be hearing during his career as a 
Navy Seal-or is it Walrus? Peckerhead is a 
true crew jock — Rex is your buddy — a 
hard working perfectionist who is never 
satisfied until he is number one. He breez- 
ed through the Systems major, although a 
historian did all of his work for him, and 
he loved every 4 a.m. night. Mr. Perreca, 
Stacey is on the phone for you. (WL) In- 
spection — has to be Darling Nikki. P- 
wreck will be remembered as an excellent 
Company Commander, a fine roommate 
(get a dust particle count and sign the disc 
log) and as good a friend as I've ever had. 
But most of all he will be remembered for 
that STUPID LAUGH! Good luck, boy, 
don't ever ring out. EAH. 

John Michael Stringfellow 

String came to Navy from the booming 
metropolis of Page, Arizona. Fresh from 
high school, he was still young and naive. 
After learning the pros and cons of alcohol 
third class year, String became a full- 
fledged member of the Black N Club. At 
the beginning of second class year he 
changed majors which gave him extra time 
to petrify plebes and rack through class. 
String also mastered the art of studying — - 
the less he did, the higher his grades. He 
was one of the few to make it four years 
with the same babe, Michelle. First class 
year String concentrated on graduation, 
marriage, and helping his plebe sister 
skate through. We'll miss String as he 
joins the elite corps, the Minesweeping 
Community. Go get 'em "TOP SWEEP", 
they're getting a winner. JTM NJC. 

Thomas Bradley Welch 

Torch arrived at USNA without a sense of 
direction, and proceeded to make it four 
full years without developing one. From a 
jaunt to Georgetown as a plebe, (a rewar- 
ding experience), to a simple drive to 
Lee's, of which he went through 
McDonald's parking lot for a specialty 
sandwich, Tom created excitement with 
whoever he was with. As a friend and a 
roommate, Torch illustrated the techni- 
que of how to make it at Navy without be- 
ing one bit military minded. One mention 
of the word party, or even a stray thought, 
and Torch was in the thick of things. He 
has entertained us with his tricks standing 
on his head, and amazed us with his 
unusual working hours. His dedication to 
the EMBC was outstanding — 95 days. St 
John's and Navy, what a combo! DLT, 

Dave John White 

Rooming with Iceman, Bubbles, and Mr. 
Sleep proved to be a learning experience 
for the small-town wonderboy from 
Buellton, California. He even had to clean 
his part of the room. A real charmer, Dave 
learned how to pick up women: stand on 
the corner and admit you're a V.J.G. 
Florida was fun for Dave, enjoying the sun 
and alcohol. You've gotta learn to ski with 
shorts on, Digger. A 158-lb. giant every 
fall, Bones looked like the a hunger poster 
child every Wednesday. He was pleasant 
during these times — just ask the (damag- 
ed) Army receivers. I think One-date Dave 
has met his match, but the last time I said 
this it fell apart. Psyche! Finally out of the 
red, Dave hasn't realized that for nuke 
power you need to pack a brain as well as a 
checkbook. As always, I'm sure he'll find a 
way to sneak through. I've done all I can to 
educate you, naive one. Good luck, good 
times, good riddance, and good day. Take 
care. JDM. 

Timothy James White 

Tim came to Navy and stepped into a 
world 180 degrees out of phase from his 
lifestyle back in Spring, Texas. He "roll- 
ed" thru plebe year in 15th Company, 
Opie, and a secret admirer. Masochism 
drove him to choose Mechanical 
Engineering as a major, but he found 
release in Bermuda for third class cruise. 
He took high hopes to First Company 
where he joined the prestigious "fearsome 
foursome" of Texas boys. Second class 
year found an interesting mix of ZZ TOP, 
Pink Floyd, and Marty Robbins 
emanating from the room. First class year 
brought Company Sub-Commander, two 
new roomies that attempted to whip him 
into shape: the 1st proud and bulky SWO 
on the Missouri, BB-63, out of San Fran. 
An original party animal with a girl tucked 
under his arm somewhere (always older??) 
One couldn't ask for a better friend! Give 
'em Hell, TJ. MAB. 

The Brigade: First Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Joe Sanchez, Richard Levins, Stephen Milone, Timothy Corkery, Edward Iannone, David Attisani, Paul Walkei 
Roger Brill, Keith Spencer Row Two: Timothy Corrigan, Claude Philippe Lim, Tomas Ennis, David Sewell, Robert Turnei 
Shawn Scharf, James Bennett, Wayne Turner Row Three: Robert Kane, Deborah Klatt, Heidi Moser, Sunita Pandya, An 
drew Callahan Not Shown: John Chandler, James Ladwig, Jeffery Thompson, Michael Williams 

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Company Commander: Shawn Scharf 
Company Sub Commander: Stephen Milone 
Company Adjutant: James Ladwig 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Dave Sewell 
Company Sub Commander: Debbie Klatt 
Company Adjutant: Timothy Corkery 

The Brigade: Second Company 



The Brigade: Second Company 

The Class of 

Row One: Alan Van Loon, Eric 
Gresia, William Taylor, Thomas 
Rogers, Frederick Farzanegan, Mat- 
thew Ferrier, Ilya Poluektov, George 
Palmer, Anthone Wright Row Two: 
Brent Cornell, Steven Cronquist, 
Keehln Powell, Stephen Cassetta, 
Bernardo Solis, Alan Behning, Albert 
Perpuse, Steven Stuck, Vincent 
Reyes Row Three: George Pukach, 
Stephen Alexander, Richard Quintal, 
Richard Schwarz, Jeffrey Williams, 
Thomas Zwolfer, Harry Monroe, 
Peter Baumgarten Not shown: 
Robert Badeer, Andrew Caldera, 
Austin Renforth, Jon Smith 

The Class of 

Row One: Randy Alexander, Brian 
Caldwell, Shevaun Webster, Theresa 
Lewis, Stephanie Schollaert, Jeanine 
Noser, William Becker, Marcelo 
Valdez, John Guandolo Row Two: 
James Clautice, Patrick Dunn, Mark 
Petz, Robert Wetzel, Kelly Brown, 
Noreen Gibson, Keith Wichmann, 
James Wilson, Damon Woo, Steven 
Walker, Mark Andersen, Daniel Con- 
sie, Anthony Newpower, Timothy 
Phillips, Dennis Roudebush Row 
Three: Anthony Bigbee, Victoria 
Gnibus, Brian Jones, Douglas Thiry, 
Raymond Worthington, Michael 
Barber, Jonathan Hughes, Gregory 
Weisman, Gregory Romero Not 
Shown: Scott Cook, Christian 

The Class of 

Row One: Monte Woodfin, Sean 
Robinson, David Fong, Michael 
Umstead, Anthony Watson, Kevin 
Kingery, Michael Huck, Donald Gill, 
Jose Cervantes Row Two: Douglas 
Hewitt, Darren Bardell, Arthur Scott, 
Steven Tazza, Gregory Houldson, 
Hugh Howard, James Maher, Peter 
Snyder, Nicholas Dienna, William 
Kuzmick, Douglas Kersten, Jay 
Butka, Martin Zapolski, Kent Bartel 
Row Three: Richard Eckles, Eugene 
Canfield, David Marquand, Donald 
Nelson, Steven Williams, Eloy Ochoa, 
Gerald Ellsworth, Randy Drake, An- 
drew Morrell, Stephen Carroll Not 
Shown: John Doran, Carlos 

The Brigade: Second Company 


Courage to try and will to 
succeed! We salute you! 
Shawn Scharf and class of 
'87. Love and pride. Mom, 
Dad, Lori, Bruce, Gram, 
A.J., Kenny. 

Jim Bennett, wherever you 
go, whatever you do, we 
will always be as proud 
of you as we are today. 
Smooth sailing. Love you! 
Mom and Dad. 

Way to go Tim! Love you. 
Best wishes "Tailgaters." 
From all the Corrigans. 

A woman's work is from 
sun to sun but an Ensign's 
is never done. We are so 
proud. Love "Gin" and "Go" 
the sisters and 2 bros. 

Ensign Michael J. Williams 
It's more than what you 
have accomplished that 
makes us proud. It's what 
you are. Congratulations 
and love from Dad and 

May Claude-Philippe and 
his shipmates of 2nd Co. 
have smooth sailing and 
their future as brilliant 
as the sun in Rio. As 
Familias Lim E Da Motta. 

With great pride, much 
respect, and all our love 
to Keith Spencer. 
Congratulations to the 
Class of '87 and our other 
2nd Co. sons. Love Mom and 
Dad, Chris, and Cathi. 

We are so proud Andy. Love 
Dad, Mom, John, Kathy, 
John, Jim, Pete, Christen, 
Meg, and Roe. 

Yes indeed, Suni, it was 
hard and most difficult. 
Your courage, enthusiasm, 
and perseverance lead you 
through many ups and 
downs. Suni, you are a 
real winner and so also 
the U.S. Navy. May God 
bless you. Wishing you all 
success. With love, Dad, 
Mom, Jay, and Dina. 

Salute Paul Walker, third 
gen. Navy, Class of '87. 
Go with God. Love, family 
and friends. 


The Brigade: Second Company 

The Brigade: Second Company 


David Thomas Attisani 

Babe paddled up the Chesapeake on his 
board, shocked to find there were no 
waves on the Severn, so he decided to take 
to the air. Babe is looking forward to 
Flight Pay so that he can finally afford 
those giant monthly phone bills. The Man 
should be knighted for enduring three 
years of Bob's smiting cynicism. Sweating 
for and achieving that prized NFO billet 
will hopefully bring Dave fun and hap- 
piness, two ingredients missing from this 
college recipe for . . . ah . . . let's say . . . 
four years. One thing not missing from 
Dave is a really good time, all the time. 
Dave leaves behind the good times here 
and in Bay Shore, New York for better 
times in Pensacola. All the best, Babe. 
BK, NO, BA. 

James Wesley Bennett 

Jim came to the Naval Academy with two 
specific goals: to graduate and to find a 
wife. Needless to say, he accomplished 
both. The first proved to be the most dif- 
ficult. Quite often, he had lengthy "discus- 
sions" with professors of his more difficult 
courses. Accomplishing his second goal 
proved more interesting and humorous. 
Jim had a set standard for all of his dates. 
His friends soon discovered that he had 
what could be called a "girl equation" 
(5(Big Bust) + 3(Short) + 2(Stocky) = 10). 
His search for a wife continued most of 
youngster year until on one memorable 
night, in Dahlgren Hall of all places, he 
met his wife to be, Michelle. She was his 
perfect "10." Jim is by nature a very 
generous person. Why, he would even give 
you all the money in his bank account. 
Remember Philadelphia! It is his generosi- 
ty which makes him such a good friend. 
Best of luck in the future. Fair winds and 
following seas. WDT.REB. 

Roger Edward Brill 

Being the baby of the class, Roger's ad- 
justment to USNA has not been without 
difficulty, but having the lady of his life 
near by helped. (Your grandmother must 
be a great cook). Roger was able to charm 
any girl he met, but the only commitment 
he ever made was 2-for-7. Perhaps he 
should have taken Coach Joe's advice and 
put more miles on his car. (Pottsville?) 
Dances were always a family affair — your 
sister or mine? — and he loved them. By 
first class year he had developed a whole 
host of interests: diving, photography, 
basketball, Jacuzzis, backrubs, and sub- 
marines. As you leave us and head south 
for the winter, there is but one question 
that remains unanswered: Where were you 
supposed to sleep at Army? Jimbo Spence 
Wayno, PAW. 

Tomas Eamonn Ennis 

This future Surface Warfare Officer, 
"SWO DADDY," is already practicing 
techniques which will hopefully help him 
in the future. With his new computer, 
Tom is honing his professional skills with 
games such as Risk and Rogue. The objec- 
tive of both games is to kill and conquer. 
Something which any future Naval Officer 
should be acquainted with, I think? 
Another one of Tom's past times is driv- 
ing. Tom will be the first to congratulate 
himself on his driving prowess. He is so 
proud of how well his car handles and how 
fast it goes. Run into any snow banks late- 
ly? As for Tom's friends, let it be recorded 
that he was the first firstie to know all the 
youngsters' names. What a concept of du- 
ty. All I have left to say is, now the real fun 
begins. Remember well the lessons you 
learned here, plebes, chairs, and coin 
operated machines. With any luck, Bruce 
might be your first CO. Take care and see 
you out in the fleet. MOWGLI. 

Edward John Iannone 

Fast Eddy I. has devoted the last four 
years of his life 'together by the Bay' try- 
ing (unsuccessfully, of course) to convince 
all of us that everything in his possession 
was . . . ready for this, Ed . . . "a value." 
Sound familiar? Just when you start 
believing it again after graduation, Ed, 
remember the $100 gym bag you bought 
and try to tell me it's a value. Ed strolled 
in here from a nice quiet Long Island town 
that I can neither pronounce nor spell. Ed- 
dy proved that there was more to the 
Academy than academics — namely; Lax, 
girls, the Vous, and last but not least, the 
Vous. Ed is headed for a star-studded 
career as a Navy lamb chop. Or is it pork 
chop? Doesn't matter much because it's all 
ball-bearings these days, anyways. We all 
wish E. John the very best of everything. 
BK, NO, BA. 

Robert John Kane 

Herb arrived from Huntington Station, 
Long Island in search of great grades and 
Navy Air. Although Bob dreamed of some- 
day sailing the blue waters of the Nile, he's 
headed for sunny Pensacola for higher and 
faster travel. A financial wizard in his own 
right, Herb showed us the danger of 
money mismanagement. "But money 
spent in the pursuit of fun is not wasted", 
Bob always said. He somehow managed to 
see past the evils of boxer shorts, baseball 
caps, and chewing gum. There's no doubt 
that Herb will be successful in whatever he 
does. How can he not be, he studied under 
us. Bob thanks his family for their support 
. . . and pasta. Thanks Bob, for always 
looking on the brighter side of things and 
never failing to make us laugh to help us 
forget our misery. All the best. BK, NO, 
BA, WN. 

Deborah Denise Klatt 

BM3 Klatt to the quarterdeck! Is there a 
quarterdeck at MIT? Well, anyway, Deb- 
bie's professionalism and her 4.0 will take 
her alone to Boston. After all these years 
of trying to get her own room, I think she 
may be successful (but not for long!) After 
a taste of the good life (with mar- 
shmallows on top) in the mountains, Deb- 
bie is finally going to leave home. Behind 
her she leaves a trail of bleeding hearts . . . 
from Mick Jagger, to Hercules, to Tommy, 
none were good enough until she met Jim. 
In a zoo? We gave Debbie our blessings 
with hesitation; we were sure her heart 
was stolen youngster year when the "ar- 
chitect" tried to accommodate her every 
need. Alas, Debbie was not won by 
material (whatever material that may be!) 
goods. Though the fluff endured Tight 
Two with a few cuts and bruises, she has 
left her own scars as company subcom- 
mander and as a roommate. With much 
love Mrs. B., S&H. 


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Andrew Patrick Callahan 

Catz somehow managed to survive, 
despite losing three good roomies- Lopes, 
Frankie, and Al — to eventually achieve 
his goal of P-Cola. To Andy, Philadelphia 
and Pensacola are the only cities, and 
Villanova, the only college. A wealth of 
sports information, Catz finally found a 
graduating roommate in Chinny. Catz and 
family always knew how to throw a good 
party, and Catz could always somehow 
manage to find one if Springfield was 
quiet. If Mike Schmidt was going Navy 
Air, Catz' life would be complete. Andy 
leaves behind some terrific memories that 
won't soon be forgotten. Catz will be 
remembered as a hard-working Mech E. 
major who could, and has, passed himself 
off as a Bull Major. Accidentally, of 
course. Not bad for a guy who let a drippy 
faucet and Nerf hoop crush his shot at 
stripes. Andy — we'll miss you. BK, NO, 

John Wells Chandler 

Chile-Dog came to the Academy from 
Monticello, Arkansas. His first priority 
was to make sure that everyone knew that 
the Bollweevils of Monticello were 
awesome. With his Southern pride, he 
brought on an easy-going, friendly, and 
confident manner to the brigade. He 
always maintained a positive attitude, 
looking for the good in tough situations. 
As a tennis player, he gained a reputation 
plebe year as the hardest worker on the 
team, constantly setting the example. His 
hard work carried over to the classroom as 
he raised his grade to a consistent 3.0 by 
second class year. Socially, none touched 
him as he juggled Debbie, Jane, and 
Samantha and always came up smelling 
roses no matter how desperate the situa- 
tion. I'll be pressed to find a friend as 
trustworthy and supportive. The SWO 
community is fortunate to gain such a 
diligent and dependable man. Good luck 
and thanks for helping me get through the 
place! MLS. 

Timothy John Corkery 

T.J. joined us from Andover, Mass. A 150 
lb. football demi-god of forged steel, Tim 
never weighed over 160 soaking wet, so 
cutting weight was unheard of. You'd 
think that spending Plebe Year with Big 
Dave, Little Dave, and Foxy would 
straighten this guy out. But it was too late. 
He joined Form 2 and was thrown into a 
ruthless group of New York and 
Philadelphia fans. Holding his own, T. 
John built a following of gum-chewers, 
non-shavers, Vous Rats, and Clarke's 
Dogs. All the while trying to convince us 
every girl he met was the girl of his 
dreams. Tim's off to Pensacola for sun, 
fun, and jets. Best of luck, T.J., I know 
that everything will go your way. And 

g lease, start getting some sleep. BK, NO, 

Timothy Joseph Corrigan 

Mit entered the academy as a naive 
eastern shore Marylandite. He quickly 
learned the ways of USNA after calling 
Lynch dumbo. After living with Rat for a 
year he moved to 1-2 and joined the goon 
squad. It was there that he met interesting 
girls; some stable, Val, and others who 
"liked to dance by themselves." Hordak 
always had food which he could have 
shared again and again with Daigler. 
Camo lamps, Barbon rockets, plebe 
quests, sign language battles with Dave 
and meeting friendly men in Europe were 
favorite past times. Tim enjoyed visual 
I.D. especially close-ups of F-16's with 
Mongo. Combat Bob taught Tim about 
electrical safety and the meaning of liber- 
ty. When he wasn't blowing up cars Tim 
liked to express his taste in clothes at the 
Balloon. Three years together were in- 
teresting and memorable. "Fire the 
missile.' Ninja. 

James Parker Ladwig 

Plebe year was confusing in Dirty Dozen, 
but he had time to think marching on the 
weekends. He swam this year, but retired 
as a sophomore. He went on a sub cruise 
after airborne, and began youngster year 
in Loose Deuce. He was a Systems for four 
weeks, then moved into English for 
"culture." First class year, he recovered 
from plebe trauma, sailed along with 22 
hours, then earned his Black N. Second 
Class summer was for recovery, and he 
hoped to solve career confusion. He got 
airsick, so he decided to fly. Second class 
year settled down to its normal routine 
(meals, rack and EE), and he looked to his 
ring, car, and escape. Firsty cruise was an 
aviator's dream, and he threw-up in helos. 
Parks was ready to fly Navy. His last year 
was spent in pursuit of weekends and only 
his car, and his freedom helped him sur- 
vive the year. He choose Navy Air, and is 
spending time after graduation becoming 
German. Flieg Marine! ME. 

Richard McClellan Levins 

Mac never lost his sense of humor after 
four years here. He was everyone's best 
audience, including his own. But this is 
what saved him from woe and the realiza- 
tion that U of D would have been a much 
better time. Although never tapping his 
potential in the classroom or on the track, 
Mac lost his once shy nature, survived 
boards, both Ac and Al, and never lost 
sight of why he was here. Mac's off to 
Quantico, remembering the good, com- 
pletely blanking out the bad, and looking 
towards greener pastures. Mac thanks his 
family for their support, especially his 
Dad, his friends for their loyalty, Bob for 
his spaghetti, and Heaven for little girls. 
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Claude-Philippe R. D. Lim 

His handle is Mongo, his real name is im- 
possible to pronounce. Claude came to 
USNA from the big, rotten apple. Im- 
ported from Brazil, he put in a chit and 
became an American. His father wanted a 
marine, his mother wanted a SWO, so 
Claude compromised and pursued naval 
aviation. Corrupted by persons unmen- 
tioned, he took a liking to calculators and 
strayed away from wasting time with the 
weaker sex. A distinguished member of 
the filthy five, the goon squad, and the ar- 
my squash team- a truly well rounded in- 
dividual. His skill at changing tires and 
jumping batteries will help him rise to the 
top in the fleet. After 3 years he's almost 
ready to be my wing man. P-cola here we 
come! 'Zilla 

Stephen Anthony Milone 

Two years of Drexel were not enough fun 
for Steve so he came to a real party school. 
He began on the right track in Hardcore 
24, but had to do a little adjusting after 
moving to the Duece.He quickly developed 
into the father figure while at the same 
time finding new, interesting, and more 
comfortable streets to sleep in. "Gramps" 
still managed to keep up with us young 
guys. You could tell, since his favorite col- 
or was bloodshot red. After airborne train- 
ing and two years of Lightweight Crew, 
Gramps realized the truth to the famous 
Naval saying, "No pain, no pain." This 
new found attitude led to no SWO, go 
NFO. And Steve is much happier for it. 
Steve is heading south but not without 
leaving friends behind who will miss his 
patented laugh and rim glasses. Best of 
luck from BK, NO, BA. 

Heidi Johanna Moser 

Heidi came, home-townless, to us on the 
final leg of her 8 year college career. She 
found herself in the not so fond embrace 
of serene eighteen. But there was crew and 
Scarlet. Youngster year brought Suni and 
Vicki and the mambo pink bunny slippers. 
After a bout with the language depart- 
ment, she decided on a double bull major 
to occupy her free time. Still there was 
crew. Amazing — she found herself the 
following fall as a junior in college, playing 
rugby and soaring with the zoomies. In- 
terservice relations prospered. Spring's 
return brought EE, Debbie and crew. The 
girls from Company 2 were a family and 
would stay that way. 1/c year she ran away 
from home to the stage lights, hopping 
with German royalty and a room on 3-0. 
She's off now, corrupting Buckingham 
Palace. Look out William and Harry — go 
to Tahiti when you are six and Heidi will 
ensure things will be different. With much 
love, D&S. 

Sunita Lyn Pandya 

We should have known that anyone who 
jumps from perfectly good airplanes and 
bleaches N's into her hair would not be an 
average kind of roommate. Suni didn't 
know the meaning of the" word "can't." 
But who says can't to an Indian from 
Boston who qualified for the Iron Man 
Triathalon, won letters in 3 different 
sports, captained the best-ever women's 
swim team and wrestled with at least one 
member of the goon squad each night. We 
think the secret's in the apples, popcorn 
and mocha coffee. When she wasn't killing 
Spiders (of the Fiat species) she and Vicki 
were keeping the Goodwill Industry in 
business purchasing the latest in fashion 
dresswear. Some day we expect her to go 
from the cover of Reef Points to the cover 
of Sports Illustrated or even Gourmet 
magazine. But until then, Suni, remember 
to stop and notice the trees along the way. 
With love always, D&H. 

Jeffery Allen Thompson 

By the time anyone reads this, Jeff will no 
doubt be at 30,000 feet, pulling about 4g's 
in a navy jet. That's a far cry from the tall, 
skinny Californian I met in July '83. He 
looked as if he hadn't got all the beach 
sand out of his hair. Blond hair, of course, 
what else! Well, the years changed but the 
"windmill" remained, from start to finish, 
the fastest swimmer in Navy history. He 
might not have loved the Hall, and he cer- 
tainly didn't like Rickover, but with an 
Aero degree and a set of wings, he'll be set 
for awhile. About the same time he 
became a swimming dynamo, "Windmill" 
hooked up with his future wife. Wonder if 
that's why he swam so well. You know 
what they say about athletic performance 
and love. All I know is, someday when I'm 
sloshing around in the mud, some plane 
will roar over head and I'll hear that same 
damn laugh that's driven me crazy for the 
last 4 years. That'll be Jeff. 

Robert John Turner 

One thing's for sure about this California 
boy — he's bled green. Bob's idea of fun 
usually included select plebes who rated 
joining "Baker Team" . . . then there was 
Huck. Even though Bob decided to major 
in history, he's done more calculating than 
any mid I know. Just check the bat cave or 
ask the main office squirrel! Bob attended 
more SAG meetings than karate practices 
but he did earn a letter on the high power 
rifle team and competed at nationals with 
Mr. Gorbear in Ohio. He's become quite 
good in German and his 
"Habenschlachen" earned him a study 
tour in Germany. Judging from his past 
record, there will be a lot of broken hearts 
when Bob leaves. Germany and Quantico 
will never be the same again. Dave can do 
10 pullups and Chipley's selling en- 
cyclopedias; Bob definitely made his mark 
at USNA. He'll always be one of my best 
friends, and I only hope that he stays away 
from Von's trucks. Semper Fi. DES. 

Wayne Douglas Turner 

Wayne made his escape from the back 
country of Virginia to try out his southern 
charms at the Academy. He did well with 
the ladies, including numerous "friends" 
and one admiral's daughter (talking, at 
0400?!) Unfortunately, the academy wants 
more than a casanova so Wayne vowed to 
finish with a 3.0 as an aero major. We 
heard this a lot until Jan 87. His in- 
coherency, noticed in the wee hours, will 
not prevent him from succeeding (I stood 
that watch already!) He did well and will 
continue to do so as a "nuke." Fair 
weather and following seas from a very 
grateful roomie. God bless. Jimbo, Spence, 
Brillo. P.S. The Appalachians are hills!! 

Paul Andrew Walker 

Here was a southern gentleman in every 
respect. PAW was always ready to do 
anyone a favor, whether pacing the mile or 
driving to the Captain's in a raging bliz- 
zard (and making it back alive). I'm not 
sure if the latter was a favor or a miracle, 
seeing' how PAW's truck hasn't been in 
one solid, uninjured piece since the day he 
bought it. He underwent some major tran- 
sitions at USNA; it never ceases to amaze 
me how a person who visited with Mowgli 
in New York youngster year ended up liv- 
ing with Roger first class year. Perhaps it 
was due to the workings of the important 
relationship he entered into his first class 
year. Most of my memories of PAW, 
however, come through mist of pain, yet 
satisfaction — jogging along the seawall at 
0600, struggling to stay afloat thru 400 
meters of LeJeune, and typing 30 page 
papers thru the night. Through all this 
PAW was there, like the brother I never 
had. Li'l Sis. 


The Brigade: Second Company 

Joe Manuel Sanchez 

Joe paraded down Main Street the night 
before I -day in cowboy boots and a Texan 
10-gallon hat. He hasn't changed much in 
the four years that he's been here. Joe is 
known for his love of music, Spanish 
music, that is. One would always know 
when Joe was driving his Z-28 camaro 
from the blast of Mariachis emanating 
from his car. Growing up in Spain gave 
Joe a different perspective on life, and 
plebe year was only a small hurdle for this 
street-wise kid. As a plebe Joe was famous 
for his 15 second Spanish chow calls, and 
sleeping in his top locker during Army 
week. His entire 2/c summer Joe spent 
standing rigidly at attention at the "early 
morning breakfast club" reveilles. As the 
"Don Juan" of Annapolis, Joe knows how 
to charm the ladies, but there is only one 
"senorita" for him. We expect to see Joe 
leave Annapolis just as he came, with one 
exception: he's added a 10 lb Texan belt 
buckle to his wardrobe. 

Shawn Michael Scharf 

Scharf, Shawn Scharf, Shawn M. Scharf 
... of Christ, it's Scharf! Scharfs the boss. 
493. Another proud Coloradian, Shawn 
traded in his elk sweater for hopes of gold 
wings. The intensity with which he attack- 
ed everything paid off. He not only earned 
a systems degree, but reaped several 
awards along the way: Tau Beta Pi, 
karate, the Filthy Five and Goon Squad 
were a few of the elite clubs he was in. 
Luckily Shawn was an engineer and not an 
architect. His attempt at remodeling a 
bulkhead in the 1-2 passageway proved to 
be as successful as his powder bomb am- 
bushes. He was always fun to go out with, 
whether he was punking at UD or donning 
his ring dance mess dress for the second 
time. All in all he was a great roommate; 
no wonder the zoom hated us and no one 
trusted us together. Remember the good 
music and the feasts, from spaghetti to 
peanut butter bananas. Good luck, God 
bless, and fly high. Hordak. 

David Edward Sewell 

Hailing from Humble, Texas (pronounced 
Umble), Dave came to USNA via the 
Military Prep School and Texas A&M. 
Alias "Sewell-kid," Dave entered his new 
home in Form-2 where eventually he 
would become "The Boss." Besides earn- 
ing an 'N' and three stars in 150's, Dave 
earned the covetous Spanish Alphabet 
Champ Medal in a gruelling free-for-all. A 
stubborn, hard-headed conservative, he 
was exactly goon squad material. There 
were only three things Dave worshipped: 
his rack, his fiancee Debbie, and his rack. 
As a hard-core procrastinator, Dave got 
more rack time than a convict on Death 
Row. He has been a great roommate and 
will always be a great friend. I hope he gets 
his A-6 NFO billet. RJT. P.S. We beat 
Rescue Raiders! 

Keith Andrew Spencer 

After being tricked by a guidance 
counselor into coming to USNA, Keith 
soon discovered the true value of a 
uniform. His mother once asked "Is this 
the girl for this month?" Cuddling must 
have been his secret strong point, though 
it wasn't always a secret. (Breckenridge 
ring a bell?) When he wasn't chasing 
skirts, he searched for the gouge formulas 
needed to plug-n-chug one's way through 
the academy. Though mentally coor- 
dinated enough to run his love life, first 
battalion and 70% of the academy's ECAs 
simultaneously, he managed to break one 
bone each winter while playing basketball. 
(His roommates were quite adept at dress- 
ing him). We're glad we knew you, Keith, 
and wish you the best always. We'll never 
forget Dahlgren articles, Columbia, 
Breckenridge, stripes, phones, "S'up" and 
AACK year. Maybe some day we will meet 
again, but either way remember: "Now is 
the winter of our discontent." r,w&j. 

Michael James Williams 

'Zilla, a future mari . . . oops, I mean naval 
aviator. One tends to forget Mike will pro- 
bably be the only navy helo pilot with a 
high and tight. Yes, this futuremaval of- 
ficer is ready to take matters into his own 
hands to protect his country. Not only has 
he completed all of his MCI courses, but 
he happens to own the largest collection of 
calculators in the free world. In his four 
years at the academy Mike has been able 
to distinguish himself in a couple of man- 
ners, the first being the goon squad and 
the second being the high power rifle 
team. It was with the latter group that 
Mike became one with nature. Heaven 
knows that there are a couple of gophers 
and squirrels who owe Mike their lives. 
I've been living with the guy for 3 years, I 
should know. See you in P-cola for year 
four. Mowgli. 

The Brigade: Second Company 



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The Class of 1987 

Row One: Patrick Hosey, David Brown, Steven Halpern, Christopher Arias, John Mykyta, Earl Wilson, Albert Hawkins, 
David Seawright, Kevin White Row Two: Arturo Martinez, John Denine, Eric Scheulin, Jeffrey Earle, Shawn Dennis, Scott 
Cressman, Paul Nesbit, Matthew Early Row Three: Joseph Greene, William McKinley, David Burnham, Todd Steggerda, 
Kent Vanhorn, Dominic Meoli, Paul Rayhill, John Hardig Not Shown: Jeffrey Caporossi, John Gilstad, Henry Laible, Juan 


The Brigade: Third Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: David Seawright 
Company Sub Commander: John Denine 
Company Adjutant: Henry Laible 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Dominic Meoli 
Company Sub Commander: Todd Steggerda 
Company Adjutant: William McKinley 

LT Bill McKinney 

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The Brigade: Third Company 

The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Stuart Hamilton, Eric 
Weisel, Whitney Tantleff, 
Christopher King, Todd Lipani, 
Joseph Brinkman, Paul Pullin, Curtis 
Goetsch, Frederick Schlueter Row 
Two: Daniel Whitney, Barry Phillips, 
Arnold Thomas, Rebecca Lonigan, 
Lynn O'Neil, Colleen Walker, 
Theresa Michal, James Matthews, 
John Shanley, John Gersch Row 
Three: Truman Stephens, Andrew 
Barker, John Dupree, Peter Shum- 
way, Chessley Cornett, William 
Miller, Stephen Sklenka, Mark Good- 
win, Jimmy Cox Not Shown: Bruce 
Bennett, Mark Kutscher, Pegeen 
O'Neil, Timothy Pfeifer, Christopher 


Row One: Paul Haebler, Mark 
Thonen, Robert Cepek, John Larkin, 
William Stomp, Michael Reyes, 
Shawn Hendricks, Paul Diehl, Kevin 
Reed Row Two: James Rentfrow, 
Eric Rokke, Timothy Hofacre, 
Joseph Hart, Steven Morris, Pierre 
Hinton, Daryl Woodworth, Robert 
Blanton, Steven Grass, Terence Har- 
charik, Matthew Caradonna Row 
Three: Jeffrey Haggott, Paul 
DeLuca, Michael Debruyn, Andrew 
D'Ambrosio, Eric Micheli, Andrew 
Escriva, Jeffrey Marshall, Bradley 
Stillabower, Jason Bowie, Neal 
Quigley Not Shown: David Casey, 
Barry Gittleman, Gerald Gmerek, 
Timothy Heaton, Michael McGregor 


Row One: Vincent Fragomene, Craig 
Holtslander, Matthew Wilson, Robert 
Spandau, James Burly, Hector Cor- 
ral, Martin Culbreth, Gregory 
Nicolay, Stephen Kline Row Two: 
John Hedger, Allan Ziegler, Alan 
Philpott, Diego Torres, Craig Laws, 
Arthur Reiss, Eric Mersch, William 
Watson, John Lunger Row Three: 
David Foglesong, Jennifer Hampson, 
Eileen Haskins, John Fitzpatrick, 
Peter Smith, Vera Perry, Constance 
James, Mark Gilmore, Thomas Grat- 
tan, Donald Bain, Brad Parker Not 
Shown: Aaron Brosnan, Henry Lee, 
Ernest Musseman, Benjamin Salazar, 
Warren Yu 

The Brigade: Third Company 



The Brigade: Third Company 

E.K. and gang: Congratula- 
tions on a job well done. Beauty 
— eh! Godspeed! Love, Dad, 
Mom, Randi, and Kurt. 

We're so proud, Kent Van 
Horn, 3rd Co. Love, Mom, 
Dad, and the rest of the family. 

To Midn. Kevin White: 
Truly "with God all 
things are possible." 
Congratulations Mom & Dad. 

Congratulations, Hank 
Laible. Love, Elaine. 

Congratulations, Bill! Now 
perhaps, another McKinley 
will achieve the White - 
house. Your Family. 

Be at peace with God. 
Keep peace with your soul. 
Be careful. Strive to be happy. 
We are proud of you, John. 
From the Mykyta Family. 

Congratulations David 
Brown and the Class of '87 
May you have smooth 
sailing, fair winds, and 
following seas. God be 
with you always. Love Mom, 
Dad, and kids. 

Congratulations, Class '87 
Betty and Bill Hardig. 

The Brigade: Third Company 


Christopher Vincent Arias 

Plebe year: NAPS made plebe sum- 
mer/year a lot easier. I was indoctrinated 
into the He-Man Women Haters Club and 
fondly remember the days as a macho 
hairy chested man. Youngster year: A new 
company, new friends and the cycling 
club. Academics came easy and Stegs and 
I slept a lot. Second class year: After a long 
summer, first semester found me at Air 
Force. Jumping out of airplanes with no 
strings attached. (Freefall!) Losing my 
hair over a game and skiing in Colorado 
with my Zoomie friends. Second semester 
was highlighted with the weekend drink- 
ing at St. John's. First class year: I spent 
the summer at Los Alamos Labs and on 
cruise in San Diego. First class year gave 
me new roommates. E.K. and Steve. To all 
my friends, from NAPS, 9th Company 
plebes ('87), Air Force, and especially 3rd 
Company, thanks for the friendship — 
without it I wouldn't have made it. 

David Allen Brown 

My first recollection of Dave comes from 
the first semester of plebe year when he 
did what all military types are instructed 
never to do by our fathers, he volunteered 
to be the section leader of EN100. I don't 
recall him doing anything like that since. 
He is far too wise. David is affectionately 
known as "Downtown" to the upperclass 
of thirsty third company. He was given 
this wonderful appellation by Steve 
Debonis youngster year and it remains an 
apt description of Dave's basic lifestyle. 
Dave has sometimes left the hall just to 
purchase comic books. He is one of the few 
truly contented people I have ever know. 
David and I have shared many strange en- 
counters together, such as visions of Nam 
while flying helos over the swamps of P- 
cola. Dave has also been a near psychic vi- 
sionary when it comes to me and my 
women, for that reason I have picked him 
as my best man. Dave, is in mind one of 
the best men I have ever known. PJH. 

David Lee Burnham 

Dave arrived at Navy after a USAFA- 
funded stint at Hoiby's Hilton. Dave 
quickly parted with the regulations; he 
was UA the night he met Pam. Do these 
fit? Dave really made some waves that 
night, we know because a very large robin 
told us. The Air Force was not happy 
about Dave's decision to attend Navy, but 
then again neither was his Company Of- 
ficer after he threw her into the Severn 
River. Youngster year, despite an 800 SAT 
Math score it took Santa Claus to get him 
through Calculus. After descending upon 
Pensacola, he soon descended down a 
flight of stairs. That softened up his heart 
and he volunteered to spend several nights 
on an Oliver Hazard Perry. Hopefully 
Dave will have better luck finding the car- 
rier than he did Rt. 50. That's OK though 
Dave, Baltimore wasn't that far out of the 
way and Mother B does resemble the 
Naval Institute Press. Good luck and take 
care. PT, PR, OF. 

Jeffrey Paul Caporossi 

For Mom, Dad, and my Grandparents, 

I asked for strength that I might 

He made me weak that I might obey. 

I asked for health that I might do 
greater things. 

I was given grace that I might do better 

I asked for riches that I might be happy. 

I was given poverty that I might be wise. 

I asked for power that I might have the 
praise of men. 

I was given weakness that I might feel 
the need for God. 

I asked for all things that I might enjoy 

I was given life that I might enjoy all 

I received nothing that I asked for. 

My prayer was answered. 
- Prayer of a Confederate Soldier 

Matthew Lance Early 

Matt came to Club Chesapeake with an in- 
tense desire to graduate as the most uni- 
que officer in naval history. My first im- 
pression of him was one of astonishment 
as he snaked a Dahlgren belle from me 
youngster year, only to find out that he 
was a newly scrambled member of my 
company. From then on, it was a true 
friendship. Although he's from Ohio, Matt 
displayed attributes reminding me of my 
origins, nearly succeeding once in convinc- 
ing me to jump the Boat School with him 
and return to college in California. I think 
he chose Ocean Engineering so he can 
work on oil rigs off the West Coast some- 
day. From New Wave clubs, fire stations, 
wine-cooler-plus, cruising, and insta- 
families to down-to-earth, solid friendship 
and brotherly advice, Matt and I have ex- 
perienced it all. A fine athlete, ardent girl- 
chaser, and future aviator, Matt's uni- 
queness will undoubtedly continue. His 
enthusiasm and dedication will be an asset 
to the Navy. PEN. 

John Reed-Hill Gilstad 

John came to the Naval Academy from 
San Antonio, Texas. To get rid of his fun- 
ny accent, he majored in English; and he 
piddled in Chemistry to learn something. 
He was going to fly with the Navy, but 
then got a chance to go to medical and 
seized it. 

Joseph Thomas Greene 

Steven Evan Halpern 

Stevo checked in on 1-Day from with 
systems on his mind and left a general 
engineer, but all the wiser. Along the way, 
we learned the tricks of the trade. 
Perimeter runs were frequent, and the 
wall was an object of scrutiny. The boys 
did time in Smoke Hall together too, but 
made the most of it. Spring Break was a 
story all its own, as we learned to dive, at- 
tempted to digest the Atlantic, and fix a 
tire. Junior year brought the ring and the 
car, and firstie year brought- well, firstie 
year. If he wasn't in the rack, Halsey, 
Eastport, the wardroom, blasting 'em 
(library), eating, or getting hooked up, he 
might be studying. Good luck in P-cola 
and everything, buddy, and may our paths 
cross always. By the way, there better be 
something up there! Don't forget our 
Lowenbrau commercial (hooked up?), and 
dive shop on the Intercoastal. Remember 
to watch the "bad mood" and the .45. Not 
much longer, I just have to finish this 
thing. EKW. 


The Brigade: Third Company 

Scott Alan Cressman 

Scotty's (alias Scooter, Bonehead, Bud- 
man, Tiger) life took a drastic turn with a 
1.26 semester. But.he was conditioned for 
his life of liquid pleasure by 2003001b. 
H.S. friends and exit 2's wall. Though he 
left engineering he didn't abandon fluids. 
Wally World tours took him to Florderdale 
and York. Not one to miss the action, his 
life had many notable events: Beemer's 
roommate, crew, Kelly, peeling moose 
labels, lost pants on 1-95, Ramshead credit 
sprees, church circle watering, sleeping 
under a dresser in York, grape races, a 
stuck head in gate 8, shotguns at SRV, 
failing Philly Nav, beer helmets & deflec- 
tor shields, circuit training, up and down 
the river. Quotes: to the bar, to the bar, to 
the bar we are; the best beer is cheap beer 
especially when it's free, it never rains in- 
side where the beer is, the beer is old & 
gnarly, YO! 3rd's only Marine already 
knows how to run around in the woods. 
Good luck! S,B,F & Co. 

John Joseph Denine 

Ishmael hails from a little burg in upstate 
New York. Although he lived in Alabama, 
he lays no claim to either North or South, 
saving his fidelity only for the high waves 
and distant shores of a SWO lubber. He 
likes to cover all angles, as you will quickly 
discover should you venture to cross him. 
This goes for all manner of competition, 
from simple word battles or intellivision 
baseball to mob vs. mob basketball. Entic- 
ing opponents into a "friendly" game of 
squash he suddenly becomes the khan 
master, gritting his teeth with an iron will 
bent on destruction. The written word was 
his calling and it has held him in good 
stead. Near top 100 status has come to few 
with such little effort. His silver tongue 
and mighty pen landed him the editor's 
seat of The Labyrinth. He is an excellent 
wielder of words but not of mops (at 0130), 
eh Bastos? Nonetheless, with lasting 
words of friendship we say . . .Best Wishes 
and Keep in Touch. DNC & PEN. 

Shawn Estaban Dennis 

Shawn (not Sean) never met a beer he 
didn't like. His first G-town experience led 
him to Hood, and he found that he never 
met a Hood girl he liked. While explaining 
WE mishaps he often said, "It was alcohol 
so I drank it." He put old books to good 
use at Ramshead. Shawn kept his image as 
God of love throughout his stay. MG, LS, 
CV, JW, SY & AT can attest to it. He 
began studying for NL400 early, hearing 
Miranda rights about every time away 
from USNA, but it didn't work well in ex- 
plaining the NAPS incident and he spent 
a dry(?) WE with the breakfast club. Even 
his skipper's daughter youngster cruise 
wasn't safe. Second class summer found a 
good time in every protramid stop. 
Notable points of his career were: Jersey 
to Balto in 1:15, a car he couldn't help but 
spend on, gargling with Tequilla, UVA 
sports pages, a shower bonfire, Mount 
snoring, Boneheads and Hosers, bed time 
stories, Bud Man & Capt. Jack, and a 
future in P-cola. 

Jeffrey Scott Earle 

Jeffs dream in life has always been to be a 
"bubblehead", and USNA was the obvious 
place to start. Majoring in EE and being 
president of the Dolphin Club helped him 
get that precious nuke paycheck. His be- 
ing a EE wasn't too bad (only Dave 
Seawright was regularly coming for gouge) 
but I hated every time I got woken up by a 
plebe coming in to ask how he could get in 
the next Dolphin Club movement order (it 
happened about 150 times). I still 
remember clearly when Jeff took me to his 
house in Kittery, Maine. He spent all week 
hanging around in short sleeve shirts 
while I was in double sweats with a cold. 
"It is hot and nice" he always said. A fun- 
ny thing about Jeff: he is the only heavy 
metal fan I know that can't stand loud 
music. Jeff will always be remembered for 
his love for his Firebird, his usual high 
speeds and his need for a new wardrobe. I 
know Jeff will make a good submarine of- 
ficer. Good hunting and good luck. JCR. 

John Jay Hardig 

John, alias Mr. Decisive, began his career 
at Navy with a bang, spending two 
semesters with his good friend Chuck. No 
matter how much John didn't like his se- 
cond class model, it began to rub off. As a 
youngster, John appeared in the Webster's 
under the word sweat. All of his hard work 
paid off with a position on regimental 
staff, but that was short lived. John had a 
tough time remembering who his friends 
were when he drank. He was offered a box- 
ing scholarship at Texas A&M, but turned 
it down after his first bout. John's car loan 
was spent on a sleek, shiny, girl-getter, a 
Nissan pickup. He took at least a couple of 
months and a few hundred dollars to 
decide whether or not he liked a girl. He 
was also a firm believer that if he racked 
12 hours a day it only took 2 years to get 
through the Academy. Of course he would 
never admit that. All in all, John will be 
remembered for his decisiveness. Well, 
maybe — yeh, no . . .1 don't know. 

Albert Wayne Hawkins 

Al and I have been roommates for the last 
two years. Al is busy all of the time. If he 
isn't writing songs for his next new band, 
he's at track practice striving for IC4A's or 
merely surviving as one of Navy's many 
gifted "Scientists." Al studies more than 
any roommate I've ever had. He studies on 
weekends, even when SAT. Every 
weekend he goes off to Baltimore, at 
Trip's house, or some den of iniquity like 
Odell's or somesuch. Al is a great guy, and 
it's hard to get him angry. But, when he's 
mad, he's MAD. Like the time youngster 
year he nearly strangled Sastry for 
assaulting his stereo with a water bomb at 
0400. His taste in music is, to say the least, 
different. I've learned to appreciate the 
likes of Doug E. Fresh, Prince, Janet 
Jackson, and UTFO. He's done quite well 
tolerating the Cars, Randy Newman 
(almost), the Moody Blues, and even 
Romeo Void. Al extends his wishes to EK, 
PH, WM, BT, SH, SS, etc. LOVE GOD. 

Patrick Joseph Hosey 

Despite his best efforts, Pat made it to 
graduation and freedom — for one day, 
until his wedding. Pat met Miriam at the 
Army-Navy Ball second class year. Little 
did they know they'd get married. But I 
did. Right after Ring Dance, in a fit of 
precognition, I told them so. Pat laughed. 
"Oh, Downtown, you are so crazy." 
Miriam just smiled; I think she knew it 
too. We had wonderful times together. 
Protramid, an eventful trip to West Point, 
and a couple visits to Saint Louis to the 
wonderful hospitality of his parents. 
Always the English major, Pat read 
Ulysses first class year. I think it truly 
made him insane. Nevertheless Pat is the 
type of person one could confide in, not 
only myself, but others as well. His only 
flaws are a overwhelming attraction to his 
rack and being one of the sloppiest, yet 
cleanest, men I know. He and Miriam will 
be moving down to Charleston after 
SWOS, and I won't be there. I will miss 
them. DAB. 

Henry Alfred Laible 

Hank came to the boat school from the 
rainy city of Seattle. He's always loved the 
water which is one of the reasons why he 
came here. Aside from coxswaining for the 
crew team and the demands of plebe year, 
he spent time with a firstie who had taken 
an interest in his spiritual development. 
Eric helped him establish priorities in his 
walk that would prepare him for the fleet. 
These past four years have gone quickly 
but Hank has learned a lot about himself. 
He will graduate in the top 50 of his class 
with an ocean engineering degree and will 
be a submarine officer in the nuclear navy. 
Thanks to Dom and the rest of third. Its 
been great. Thanks mom, dad. and Elaine 
I couldn't have done it without you! Gal. 

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Arturo Zamora Martinez 

Gracias a mi madre, padre, y Dios. 
Art was here but now he is gone, 
He left his name to carry on, 
Those who knew him, knew him well, 
Those who didn't . . . Well they didn't, 
did they? 

William Patrick McKinley 

Bill started out as a 12th co. attorney, and 
thus found a spot waiting for him on the 
debate team. The year went somewhat 
quickly and his coming out party at 
Timmy's was a technicolor production. 3/c 
year weekends were spent at exotic loca- 
tions debating/drinking. 2/c year he 
snored his way into Shawn and Scotty's 
lives. He always enjoyed long walks in 
Philly (it was cold in '85 so he turned 
around after only 20 miles). Bill had 
"gained stature" by 1/c year and became 
affectionately known as "Mount." In his 
debate career he found the O-course 
south, learned about appropriations in 
Ireland, and asked a group of Princetonet- 
tes the philosophical question: "Where are 
my pants?" Bill always drank in modera- 
tion, two pitchers of Guiness was his limit 
at one sitting, he had to be through with 
his books before he could afford the bar 
tab though. Bill's future holds thoughts of 
neutrons and rice paddies on board USS 
Reeves. Usque ad mortem bibendum! 
Amen. F.S&S. 

Dominic Joseph Meoli 

Dom said,"Enjed, my new friend, show me 
this world of Utopia, for I am ready to see 
it, and pray I am worthy of this spec- 
tacular fortune!" Then he took his place in 
the Navy. How typical of him to utter such 
meaningless words of wisdom. He often 
pondered such phrases as "I wish it were I 
knew" and then added things like "whose 
bullet was so true." Dom, like many of us, 
played a hand in EE, and dabbled a bit in 
Aero ,but he decided on a 3.5 and Co CDR. 
He always managed to get things done 
amidst his castle drawings and wrestling 
matches in the hall. A Phillywop, only his 
raw manliness matched his intellect and 
creativity. He often spoke of letting a 
cassette blow out the window of his one once did,to see how far he 
had come and where he had been.He 
spoke of "the path less travelled" on cold 
Rickover walks. And he always spoke 
kindly. He last said, "If friendship should 
endure forever, then I am indeed a wealthy 
man." TS. 

John Lubomyr Mykyta 


David Arlyn Seawright 

When I was a child, I used to speak as a 
child, think as a child, reason as a child; 
when I became a man, I did away with 
childish things. For now we see in a mirror 
dimly, but then face to face; now I know in 
part, but then I shall know fully just as I 
also have been fully known. But now abide 
faith, hope, and love, these three; but the 
greatest of these is love. I Corinthians 

Todd Roger Steggerda 

Stegs was once heard to utter,"No man 
can justify his existence by complacency 
for it is the measure of a man who not only 
accepts change, but endeavors to make 
change." And so it was that Stegs pro- 
claimed himself young and restless and 
bored. As testimony to his case, Stegs 
mastered Aerospace Engineering and 
turned to more liberal studies only to 
develop a fine penchant for writing. He 
played golf and a brassy piece but, alas, 
gave these up to meet the new challenges 
of company subcommander and to meet 
the girl of his fancy. Such restless energy 
was bounded only by the fact that he 
maintained the maturity to keep 
everything in perspective. The only con- 
stants in Stegs' life seem to have been the 
hump day parties, air band concerts, and 
the Rickover walks. Such was the essence 
of his youth — soon to be just a memory. 
But, as he would say, "Cry not for youth 
and innocence, for your destiny is at 
hand." DJM. 

Kent Richard VanHorn 

After the movie "Animal House," Kent 
was marked for life with the nickname 
"Flounder". Being a golden boy on the 
football team allowed him to skate 
through the Stalag Company plebe year. 
Coming to 3rd Company, Flounder soon 
developed a halo that would carry him 
through junior year. Although he was a 
veteran of rock calculus, Kent decided 
that Math was the major for him. He soon 
found out that if there's a line at the front 
door, sometimes the back door is better. 
Flounder's nightlife was different indeed, 
on the few occasions he went out with just 
the boys he would become disoriented and 
mistake such things as his and other 
peoples rooms for mens rooms. Kent 
found many practical applications for 
managing his money. His sound decision 
to buy a cheaper used car is one example. 
However, no formula could predict the life 
of its engine. Good luck on the cutting 
edge, Kent. May you always have fair 
winds and following seas. JH PR DB. 

Kevin Francis White 

Kevin considers himself a midwesterner. 
His journey from Dayton to USNA 
featured stops at Texas A&M and Ohio 
State. After a plebe year filled with lessons 
of patience rather than ProDev, "But- 
tocks" found himself in Seventh Heaven. 
He was frequently seen, but more often 
heard. It's easy to understand why he was 
fried plebe year for reading Green Eggs 
and Ham into Goat Court. It's that 
"laugh" BAHHAH! After a semester of 
durability tests on the language depart- 
ment's tape recorders, he realized that 
science was basically physical. Kevin was 
never one to enjoy lonely walks through 
flower gardens; nonetheless, a certain 
Rose caught his attention. Kevin's hones- 
ty and concern got him in "foul" trouble 
(Hey, that's foul!) when Poohbear decided 
truth hurt too much, and forced him into 
the 3rd Dimension. Through good and 
bad, Kevin always realized God was in 
control, and shared this freely to others. 
Fly high and walk close to our Lord. 


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Paul Eric Nesbit 

Paul is a man obsessed. California. There 
is no substitute. The only places of value 
on the East Coast are tanning salons and 
USNA. We poor Easterners sometimes 
have a hard time understanding him. His 
dedicated and reserved attitude hides his 
wild CA interior. Out the gate, the shell 
cracks, the cocoon opens, and next thing 
you know, it's time for homemade wine 
coolers (with "the plus"). In search of that 
"Kathy Ireland look," he's acquired quite a 
menagerie of all types, styles, and ages 
(Katydid, Kemp Mill Records, Gerards, 
and all those teddy bears, etc.). But as 
we've said, he certainly has his serious 
side. He does nothing halfway and hopes 
to serve his country as an attache. In sup- 
port of his goal, he has mastered French 
and Russian, and plans to serve the Navy 
as an aviator (P-3s?-Ha!). We really hope 
you reach your goals. You've been a ex- 
cellent and loyal friend. Remember us 
when you're a rich and famous songwriter 
or ?! JD ME. 

Paul Christopher Ray hill 

Although his initials "P.C.R." didn't re- 
flect his strong points at Navy, Palsey 
underwent some intense training by "The 
Black Plague," during Plebe Year. Young- 
ster cruise was rather uneventful for Pal- 
sey, but he did manage to bring back a 
memorable souvenir from Palma. Later 
that year academics forced Palsey to drop 
out of EOE and pick up DSB. Taking his 
cue from Tony Montano, Palsey's love life 
hit an all-time low late in youngster year. 
Second class year Palsey had better luck at 
Maggies than he previously had at the 
Szechwan, for it was there that he met 
"Big Foot." Coming out of Junior year as a 
true LTM, some say Dumpy's body had 
started to decay, but we all know, he was 
up every morning at the crack of dawn, 
knocking out some reps. Best of luck in 
Pensacola, Paul. We just hope you bring 
extra sic-sacs and that your flying is better 
than your driving. DB JH PT. 

Juan Carlos Rodriguez 

Juan (Cuan) came to USNA from Ponce, 
Puerto Rico with two goals: to be an Aero 
and a pilot. He ran into rough seas in both 
areas; he had trouble with propulsion and 
EE most of first class year and he was 
NPQ up until two days before service se- 
lection. He's still an Aero and after grad- 
uation, he is P-Cola bound, so I guess 
everything turned out alright. I still have 
not figured out how he managed to survive 
first class year without a car, but I do 
know that my car has seen Mary Wash- 
ington College many times, but I have yet 
to go there. At least he always left me 
"presents" in my trunk. Other than ac- 
ademics, Bancroft Medical, and the lack of 
a car, Juan's only major problem was ad- 
justing to the cold of an Annapolis winter. 
I still remember him wearing long under- 
wear during end of semester leave in 
Maine and he was still cold. Good luck at 
P-Cola and don't worry, it is warm there 
during the winter. JSE. 

Eric Matthew Scheulin 

Eric, hailing from Hawaii, the land of eter- 
nal summer, came to Navy a man of great 
expectations. Sailing mightily though all 
challenges, Eric has survived the Weird- 
ness of Mech E and the rigors of sailing in 
weather too cold to sunbathe in. I remem- 
ber him commenting on how the rest of 
the sailing team wondered how he ever got 
along without foul weather gear. Simple, 
really. No foul weather, who needs gear? 
Rooming with him, I distinctly remember 
him always staying up late, making up for 
his unavoidable early evening naps. First 
class year brought escape from DC Lotto 
and then exile to further glory with the 
Battalion Staff. He will be remembered for 
his eternal confusion over what went on 
in-company. Alas, the price of fame and 
fortune. Well, Eric is off to P-Cola and 
hopefully F-18s. I, for one, am glad he's 
not on the other side. DT. 

Earl Kent Wilson 

I guess it all started about 3 years ago. 
Since that time we've gotten away with 
many things and pushed the regs to the 
limit many times. Taking the good with 
the bad, we even managed to get caught 
once . But that only brings back such 
phrases as "We are not going back on 
restriction!" or "It's foolproof — we'll nev- 
er get caught." Thinking back, it was fool- 
proof. Don't forget spring break, diving, 
being "the boys," getting hooked up, not 
getting hooked up . . .this could go on for- 
ever. Of course E.K. would not be E.K. 
without hockey and his claim to fame, 
making the Trident calendar. Then came 
junior year with the "Z" and Sherrie. Who 
would have known, right? It all worked out 
better than we ever expected. Not to sound 
final or anything, but good luck on being a 
maritime man and with everything else. 
No matter what, don't forget about the 
Lowenbrau commercial and the dive shop. 
Oh yeah, "How much longer are you going 

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Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Keith Bannach 
Company Sub Commander: Mike Wuamett 
Company Adjutant: James Duke 

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Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Wes Huey 
Company Sub Commander: Bruce McFadden 
Company Adjutant: Dennis Richards 


The Brigade: Fourth Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Suzanne Skelley, George Petersen, Gregory Dawson, George Ganahl, Dwayne Lindsey, David Demarsh, Dolores 
Dorsett, Scott McFarlane, David Fluker Row Two: Bruce McFadden, Wesley Huey, David Oss, Dennis Richards, Letitia 
Dour, Joe Vajgert, Michael Sopko, Keith Bannach Row Three: James Duke, Michael Wuamett, Russell Emons, Christian 
Bahn, Veronica Llaneta, Charles Muggleworth, Philip Shevis, Luis Polar Not Shown: Robert Plantz 

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The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Daniel Koerschner, Gregg 
Nakano, Mike Carsley, Francisco 
Ball, Stephen Fernandez, Thomas 
Ferguson, Yoshiyuki Muraki, Paul 
Banoczi, Joseph Smith Row Two: 
Mike Yancey, Mike Quilty, Liam 
Merrick, Van Anderson, John Bailey, 
Michael Majewski, Dave Hitchcock, 
Kevin Gonter, Maurice Klein, Rob 
McKenney Row Three: Mike 
Parish, Penn Frey, Jim Szerba, Cor- 
nelius Giles, Scott Rogers, Joseph 
Smith, Chris Robinson, Jack 
Thomsen Not Shown: James 
Stewart, Scott Waidelich 


Row One: Heidi Fleming, Kimberly 
Nugent, Joan Oldmixon, Leni Quilan- 
tang, Susan Oxendine, Emily Lai, 
Kathleen Smith, David McCarthy, 
Derek Fuller Row Two: Brian 
Caldwell, Bill Woods, Jim Barnhill, 
Gontran Lamberty, Glenn Bleiler, 
Matt Piacitelli, Matt Wessel, Don 
Gabrielson, David Rose, Alberto 
Carlos, Holly Gordon, John Wood- 
son, Julien Grant Row Three: 
Timothy Sandeno, Pat Donnelly, 
Steve Dickson, Larry Von Moss, 
James Joyner, Philip Cronin, James 
Popielec, Bill Serad, Jon Stevenson, 
Rob Palm Not Shown: Brian 
Hathaway, Albert Lewis, Michael 


Row One: Kwan Lee, Ed Anderson, 
Doug Sullivan, William McKinney, 
Michael Warner, Stevin Smith, 
Stephen Kolakowski, Luke Ritter, 
Randy Garner Row Two: James 
Hancock, Samuel Williams, 
Christopher Wheeler, Scott Clayton, 
Kerry Hollenbeck, David Hebert, 
Robert Weissenfels, George Stewart, 
Keith Hanzel, Llewellyn Lewis, Jacob 
Espinoza, Shawn Cash, Mark Petroff, 
Matthew Jensen Row Three: Joseph 
McCue, Wes Freeman, Mike Pia, Tim 
Peifley, Henry Guy, Jason Benites, 
John Senger, Kelly Hansen, Mike 
Karczewski, Karl Hines, Mike Burns 
Not Shown: Jeffery Foltz, Joseph 
Murphy, Robert Rich 


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Philip Gordon Shevis, USMC 
You made us proud again! 
Always give your best to 
the Naval Service. Semper 
Fi. Mom, Dad, Jean, Janet. 

From the agony of plebe 
summer to the thrill of 
June Week. Thanks for the 
memories. Congratulations 
Bruce and 4th Co. Go Navy! 
The McFadden Family. 

Look out USMC — Here comes 
Bob! Congratulations to 4 
and '87. Thanks for many 
proud times. We love you. 
Mom, Dad, Mary, M.C. 

Congratulations Ensign 
David Fluker, Class of '87 
and the 4th Co.! We are 
very proud of you, David. 
Love, Mom, Dad and Brian. 

Veronica, we are proud of 
you and don't change- 
always be yourself. God 
bless you. Mom and Dad. 


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Christian Simon Bahn 

Although Chris was appointed from the 
state of California, make no mistake that 
home of this Guru is Colorado where the 
air is rare. Perhaps this explains his 
bizarre sense of humor that has kept us 
entertained for the past few years. There 
is no man outside of a mental institution 
that can top his crazy antics, just ask him 
about the Gibbon or the animal of the day, 
you'll understand. A more easy going guy 
than Diaper-Man you will not find and in 
between being a couch potato and playing 
on his computer, Chris found time to be a 
successful chemist and earn a letter swim- 
ming. Surface Warfare lost a good man to 
the Corps when he saw the bright light, ac- 
companied by the usual loud noise. Now if 
they would only base Marines in Van- 
couver . . . Semper Fun ! RWE. 

Keith Bernard Bannach 

Leaving behind cold weather and a close 
family, Keith came all the way from 
Wisconsin to pursue glory and the good 
life at USNA. I first met him at Airborne 
School youngster summer (Hey, the ten- 
meter board is scarier than this!). A year 
later, it was evading aggressors in the 
SERE forests of Colorado. Keith had The 
Corps in mind during his entire career as a 
Mid, and so took a Marine Option cruise 
first class summer. But, there was never 
any doubt. Upon his return as a firstie, he 
left his mark as company commander first 
set. Behind all the gunge, Keith is a man 
of unparalleled warmth and concern, 
organizing MIDACTS woodchops, 
Christmas caroling, and company spon- 
sorship of less fortunate children. All this 
aside from his being a trustworthy confi- 
dant and a great friend. The Corps is get- 
ting a smart, dependable, and motivated 
new lieutenant in Keith. "Go for it Big 
Guy" -and Godspeed. MCS. 

Gregory Earl Dawson 

Greg, affectionately known as Grits by his 
two roomies, comes to us from the great 
and glorious land of Spokane, 
Washington. Little is known of his plebe 
year at USNA, other than that he did well 
enough to convince himself he belonged 
here. Great changes have been wrought in 
Greg's life since moving into Fourth Com- 
pany. Youngster year many were convinc- 
ed he was headed for the Chaplain Corps 
upon graduation, but second class summer 
took care of that. We had a quasi-Marine 
on our hands for a while, but that ambi- 
tion fell by the wayside as well when the 
lure of a $3400.00 check reared its head. 
That's right; our wayward boy is off to join 
the Silent Service. Hopefully the effects of 
the coast button he pushed sometime dur- 
ing second class year won't carry over to 
Nuc School. Anyways, those of us who 
know and love him wish Greg the best of 
luck. Take care, roomie! GFG. 

David Allen DeMarsh 

Having grown up a military brat, Dave 
should have known better than to come to 
good 'ol USNA. Be that as it may, he 
came, he saw, he remained, and as of 
graduation day he will have conquered. 
After arrival, Dave leveled off into a 
steady pursuit of several basic goals: 
graduation (at times it seemed a 
diminishing prospect), life (depending 
upon one's definition, to be attained after 
graduation), liberty (see life, and push it 
back to after leaving the Navy), happiness 
(Dave is endowed with an eternally 
buoyant personality, especially when he 
has a girlfriend), and good grades (ever 
elusive). As an athlete, Dave made the 
rounds, especially enjoying running. He 
had a slight problem with the 
rocks/tourists along the seawall, and his 
experience on the receiving end of 
Bethesda left him a little leery of the A 
Sense of Honor approach to physical 
fitness. But, he is now in top form and 
looking forward to Pensacola, and beyond. 

David Paul Fluker 

Flukeman came from a snow-covered 
town in upstate New York, and after a 
year of "normal" college, he became aware 
of a higher calling . . .jets. A terrific room- 
mate of 3 years, Davy represented the 
most important thing we graduated with: 
lifetime friends. An inspiring leader, he 
consistently led the lightweights to vic- 
tory, and first class year he earned the 
glorious three stripes that meant liberty. 
Although he always had an eye for the 
ladies and they for him, Flukeman believ- 
ed in more important things, like riotous 
tailgaters and pursuing fun with the guys. 
So he left the ladies behind in order to 
concentrate on dreams of flying. Davy 
took everything in stride, and was truly 
liked by everyone, for as all the others 
were sweating the world, Flukeman never 
lost his cool, never lost sight of things. I 
can think of no one more qualified to lead 
and inspire people than this great buddy 
of mine. The sky's the limit, Davy. SPM. 

George Francis Ganahl 

How anyone could get the name Oats 
(short for Oatmeal) is beyond me, but then 
what do you expect from a man who lives 
with two guys named Bones and Grits? Oh 
well, Southern Californians are supposed 
to be weird. Weird does not quite describe 
this mid, however. How do you explain a 
guy who sports a modified flat-top, col- 
lects exotic knives, goes to El Salvador for 
vacation, blows his Nuc interview, and 
ends up going SWO on the New Jersey? I 
don't know, but I hear he's really a nice 
guy underneath it all. After a slow start 
plebe year (1.70 CQPR), George got smart 
and switched from Marine Engineering to 
English (now he writes poems about sub- 
marines). After he got his head on 
straight, he managed accomplishments 
like winning a Varsity letter in Fencing, 
staying with the Catholic Choir, and going 
on a Forex cruise to the Philippines. 
Needless to say, this well-rounded person 
is looking forward to the Fleet. Good 

Wesley Scott Huey 

The only guy I know to have proudly 
removed his plebe dixie cup to reveal to 
his family his I-day skinhead, Wes took an 
instant liking to USNA. Blessed with a 
look of innocence and a million dollar 
smile, Hue won the hearts of his firsties 
and cruised through plebe year unscathed. 
Unfortunately, Wes' charm did little to 
win the heart of the great coach Duff. One 
of the greatest all-around athletes of our 
time, Wes shared the same fate as so many 
other Navy ball players and was forced to 
relinquish the hard ball for the soft ball. A 
legend on the intramural field, Hue's 
determination to succeed culminated in 
his commanding the company our final 
semester. Here's to you, Hue-Dogue. To 
second class summer, Winter Park, Va. 
Beach, Army, the sea wall at Ring Dance, 
and to that dream of dreams we both 
share. Our time has come. We need only 
believe; for it is we, and we alone, who 
determine our own destinies. Bruce. 

Dwayne Lindsey 

How this man got the distinguished name 
of Bones, only his roommates know — and 
they'll never tell. Hailing from Port- 
smouth, Virginia, Dwayne has always been 
a hard worker (and thus the most staid 
presence in a room full of loonies). This 
former Old Dominion man and Napster 
epitomizes the role of a naval officer and 
future pilot. Despite a few disagreements 
with the Mechanical Engineering depart- 
ment over grades, Dwayne is still going to 
graduate as an engineer, an accomplish- 
ment which (to say the least) overjoys his 
parents. One of Dwayne's primary assets 
throughout his stay at USNA has been 
Christianity; the good example he sets is 
an inspiration to all. Don't get the wrong 
idea, though; he isn't perfect. Just look 
who he picked to room with (Grits and 
Oats)! But seriously, Dwayne is the type of 
man who attains the goals he sets himself, 
so I know I don't have to worry about his 
future. Take care, Dwayne, and God bless! 


The Brigade: Fourth Company 

Dolores Melina Dorsett 

Letitia Ann Dour 

James Joseph Duke 

Russell William Emons 

Didi left the sunahine of 29 Palms for the 
challenges of USNA. Plebe year on 8-4 
was no picnic and Didi welcomed the 
move to 4th. She used T-Court as a 
background for forming ideas and goals. 
She had plenty of both! Second class sum- 
mer, Didi intended to decide her service 
selection but had time for a movie. Would 
it be 2LT or ENS? Ac year was intense 
with books and a few changes, but great 
things were to come. Didi assumed her 
first command and did an outstanding job! 
At some time, we all discover the real 
reason we came to USNA. Didi returned 
to 1-3 second semester but gave up T- 
Court for the Severn River. "There's 
nothing quite like an eight cutting thru the 
water." Jody heard you. Who was that 
man from J.Crew? Terry was the one! 
Crew can't be all bad. The bonfire and 
sunsets were golden. Lots of things may 
fade in time, but good friends never will. 
Intell gets one of our finest! Always go for 
the brass ring Didi! SS. 

Tish stormed into this hallowed institu- 
tion hailing St.Louis and, of course, them 
birds — the Cardinals maybe? So much 
so, that for Halloween she painted blue 
tears on her face for their World Series 
loss (Go KC!). Tish continually surprised 
her fellow raids with her calculator 
(calculating?) mind, easy going nature and 
tolerance level with roomates. Plebe year 
passed in all its "Hail in the Hudson" 
glory (a fave of Co. 2) and Tish finally pit- 
ching the Halloween pumpkin. Youngster 
year brought out Tish's penchant for sur- 
prise birthday parties, the rack and 
devoted boyfriends (here Odie!). Second 
class summer enforced what D&B always 
had — Tish needed NASAP — 9 hours a 
day, 5 days total. Beach, Hawaii was also 
on the agenda that summer, as was expan- 
ding her culinary palate: "Roni, what's 
that black stuff I ate?" Through the ice 
cream, B&J and GQ, it's been great. Best 
of everything to my fave bundle of sticks. 
Go for it! VSL. 

Jim hailed from Virginia Beach as a 
wayward surfer with a great tan and 
strong determination. Plebe year found 
him competing as a walk-on to the football 
team. Afterward he found his true calling 
on the Offshore Sailing team. He worked 
his way up to skipper his own boat senior 
year. On his way up, he learned the basic 
fundamentals of hard partying, putting 
racing stripes on quite a few cars. Not one 
of few talents, Jimmy was the backbone of 
the company heavyweight football offen- 
sive line for three years running. Though 
his grades didn't always show it, Jimmy 
was the hardest worker in the company 
academically. Jimmy was and always will 
be a true friend to me and an example to 
us all. MGW. 

Russ came to the Boat School with only 
one thought in mind: Navy Air. After a 
plebe year in 23rd Company with Mr. Pep, 
Russ ended up here in 4th. Always in- 
terested in new recipes, but never for 
himself, he was known to spice up a few 
drinks at lunch — I wonder how that 
mustard-strawberry shake tasted? C.C. 
seemed to have enjoyed it so much that he 
shared it with everyone. Russ will be 
remembered in 4th Company as the man 
nobody remembered. No one will 
remember, either, the antics we pulled 
while we were partners in crime, mostly 
because nobody suspected our capacity for 
dastardly deeds. An avid fan of the Aero 
major, Russ ran into some engine prob- 
lems second class year and managed to 
prove the hard way that you dont have to 
go Aero to fly. In the end of it all, Russ 
found a home in green uniforms. Good 
luck in the Corps and in the air. CSB. 

Veronica Stephanie Llaneta 

Roni came to USNA from Nea Makri 
Greece. After surviving "Weird Harold" 
plebe summer, she listened to how much 
she looked like T.G.'s girlfriend. Roni took 
all of her frustrations of 2nd Co and "the 
Hatchet" out on the ergs at the boathouse, 
where she met Square. Youngster summer 
found Roni cruising the bay, but not 
knowing where her parents were. The 
school year brought her to 4th Co with the 
new month parties of '85 and a contingent 
of promiscuous men to be sold in '86. 
Second class summer brought vacation to 
Hawaii, via VAIL. The sun, the surf, the 
men ! Second class year came and went, so 
did the SDB's and NGB's. Then after 
plebe summer, armed with her convertible 
bug, Roni began to terrorize Annapolis. 
Ever been asked "how about a palm tree 
baby?" Have fun in Beijing, and always 
remember "ice cream is the source of all 
life!" LAD. 

The Brigade: Fourth Company 


Bruce Robert McFadden 

Bruce ventured from the City of Brotherly 
Love to take his place in the ranks of stu- 
dent jet pilots. A year at PSU did little to 
prepare him for plebe year on 8-4. 
Alabata's war cry "McFADDEN!" filled 
the halls. Daffy emerged a battle-scared 
veteran of infinite area tours. Youngster 
year brought a blessing in disguise when 
Bruce fell victim the the Meyer's curse and 
traded his Navy soccer knickers for aii- 
everything recognition on the intramural 
fields. While Bruce hobbled on a bum 
ankle, the Academy Motel raged and 
Villanova won it big over the hometown 
Hoyas, proving once and for all what he 
already knew. Second class year fell like a 
ton of books, specifically Advanced Calc 
and EE — you'd think he would've studied 
more. Get outta town! Let me tell you 
something, can't wait to meet the woman 
who finally pins him down. This kid's born 
to fly jets. I'd give anything to fly on his 
wing. You're the best. Good luck bud. 

Scott Patrick McFarlane 

Mac calls Bethesda his home, and often it 
was a checkpoint for many a journey to 
far-off regions of the globe. As a charter 
member of The Pub, Econ major, and a 
firm supporter of fraternal activities, this 
six-striper inspired us all with his free- 
spirit and assertiveness. Weekends were 
always a priority for Scotty and even when 
he returned from L.A. with a fine Pick, he 
never left out his friends. Mac was always 
eager to help us discover unique ways to 
expend our vast financial reserves; New 
Market provided some most memorable 
experiences. Scotty had an uncanny abili- 
ty to appear on Skiv's trips despite evasive 
maneuvers. As Brigade Commander he 
stood tall, re-defining the requisites for ef- 
fective leadership. He is a man his men 
can rely on and be proud of. As a true 
friend, Mac has always provided en- 
couragement for me. His goals are high, 
but success is his way of life. NFO is just 
another step. Good luck, Scotty! DPF. 

Charles Earle Muggle worth 

Chuck came to us from New Jersey, but 
don't hold that against him. He has always 
excelled in everything he has done, no 
matter what his upperclass thought back 
in Cloud Nine. Chuck was a varsity sailor 
and earned a varsity letter. Chuck was also 
a EE major and stayed that way all the 
way through USNA. Many a night I would 
go to sleep thanking God that it was not 
me staying up looking at circuits. As a 
room-mate, Chuck was one of the best 
qualified in the company. Who else had a 
complete stereo system including a com- 
pact disk player, a computer (for computer 
games, of course!), and Smuff Ball(?) all in 
one room. On the weekends, Chuck was a 
partier. I would like to tell you about the 
times we went to Georgetown and partied, 
but neither of us can remember what hap- 
pened. Chuck, I want to wish you good 
luck in your Naval career. Good Hunting! 

David Brandon Oss 

Just a big-city boy with big-city dreams, 
D.B. came to us via NAPS from Seat- 
tle.Washington. Nothing ordinary about 
this guy. He quit crew and wrestling 
because he wasn't banging enough heads, 
starved his 200 lb. frame and became a 3- 
yr. letterman in lightweight football. 
Youngster year proved that DBO really 
stands for Death Before Organization. 
Losing both roommates to Ac boards, 
overturning his prize stereo system, and 
starring, among others, in late night peep 
shows left us wondering if he'd be the next 
to go. Not this kid. Second class year 
found DB new roommates and a second 
wind. How many times have we heard him 
say, hours before a EE test,"Guys,I know 
nothing. What is electricity?" Ring Dance, 
the new look for senior year, the Ghia, and 
it goes on. Here's to card games, Swiss 
Family Robinson, independent women, 
and yes, flying airplanes. Good luck my 
friend. WSH. 

Philip Gordon Shevis 

Phil arrived at USNA from such a "great 
city" that I had to see it for myself: 
Alamogordo, New Mexico. After experien- 
cing his life as a plebe, drinking beers bet- 
ween chow calls, he decided to have more 
fun. Of course, fun he had and trouble he 
got. He didn't let anything get between 
him and his twelve ounce curls, he just 
climbed over it, often running into trouble 
with the "Red Headed Stepchild." 
However, he managed to pull it off and get 
on with second class year. This led to a 
new past time, cruising the halls — in 
search of what, I don't know. After ending 
months of restriction, USNA has left a 
lasting imprint on his mind and body, and 
he was even sober when he got it. The 
much awaited first class year came along, 
and with it more liberty. On his first visit 
to one of the small colleges around the 
area, he hooked his roommate, and at the 
same time enjoyed many a weekend. Good 
luck, Phil, and remember to promise. UP. 

Suzanne Skelley 

Sue came to us via Burke, Virginia and 
William & Mary and claims to have had a 
real plebe year. Aren't all real plebes 
befriended by a special youngster? Sue 
wowed us with her tanned legs and 
unbelievable singing voice. Second class 
year found her stroking the varsity crew. 
As a firstie Sue spent her weekends put- 
ting it all in the rearview mirror of Trig- 
ger, her trusty 300ZX; leaving behind the 
hearts of countless NGBs. She attacked 
everything with an eye towards perfection 
and an enviable intensity which helped at 
the boathouse, her second home. While 
sanity isn't required to row for Navy, hard 
work and dedication are. Sue gave plenty 
of both and was rewarded with three 
stripes. Sue oft slept through lectures and 
studied by osmosis yet finished high 
enough to go SpecOps. They are getting 
one of 87's finest. Remember to chill, keep 
smiling, and aim high ('course you will). 
The world is all yours now my friend, 

Michael Charles Sopko 

Calling Charleston his home, Mike came 
to the Academy determined to make it. 
Well, he made it with lots of hard work. As 
a Mech E, Mike spent most of his study 
hours and a little of his liberty in pursuit 
of academic excellence (and to keep his 
weekends). He spent free time in the sun 
of Fort Benning for Airborne and in woods 
of USAFA for SERE training. He will pro- 
bably say however, that his most 
memorable experience was a foreign ex- 
change cruise to Japan — Mike got his 
long held wish. Initially going subs he 
decided to move up not down. Now an 
NFO, he is ready to conquer P-Cola and 
all other challenges that come his way. 
There is no doubt Mike's determination, 
hard work and good nature will take him 
far in the Navy. I was very fortunate to 
have Mike as a friend. As our paths now 
part I feel confident our friendship will not 
end and I look forward to seeing him in 
the future (with pictures of all of his 
adventures). KBB. 

Joe Louis Vajgert 

Vags came to Canoe U. from Mar- 
shalltown, Iowa, a social mecca in the 
heart of God's Country, I've been told. A 
country boy at heart, he always wanted to 
be a naval officer, especially after he 
matriculated at NAPS. He dove head first 
into his major, but soon decided to 
specialize in Phy Sci (rack squad). He 
soon became sat, almost earning an easy 
$1049. I must thank Joe for teaching me 
his flair for picking up girls. Perhaps its 
best I can't remember their faces, though. 
As Company late-night coffee rep, Joe 
holds many records at USNA (Jet, Zaxx- 
on, Trek), but he'll be remembered best for 
his 3.33 bricks that he truly deserved. All 
in all, his realistic attitude ("Blow it off!"), 
good cheer (censored) and good taste 
("Vodka, please") influenced me. Three 
years of "Sehminaah, alda peeple say — 
HEH!" kinda grows on you. You won't be 
easily forgotten, buddy! Best of luck at 
TBS with your GT and in the USMC! 
Muggfully, Crash. 


The Brigade: Fourth Company 

George Joseph Petersen 

"Scrapple" Petersen (with an "e") came to 
Navy following high school in Las Vegas, 
Nevada. Fortunately, his h.s. sweetheart 
chose USAFA, allowing her and G to enjoy 
MAC travel together. Speaking of MAC 
travel, G is a MAC warrior, having braved 
numerous moments of space-A peril. 
Perhaps his flight experiences are what 
motivated him to go air. Regardless, avia- 
tion will be another opportunity to excel. 
His appearance betrays his nature; sport- 
ing a wrestler's buff body topped with 
braces, G radiates aggressiveness. This ag- 
gressiveness (waking habits notwith- 
standing) has earned him successes in 
athletics and academics. Whether playing 
ultimate frisbee or building a robotic air 
track, G amazed onlookers. Late nights 
and intense efforts paid off for G and 
those around him. Personally, he rescued 
me from failure more times than I 
remember. More than anything, that 
describes Scrapple: always willing to help. 
Thanks, George. GED. 

Luis Jose Polar 

Luis came to USNA from Lima, Peru via a 
year and a half at the Peruvian Naval 
Academy. We never tired of listening to 
the horror stories of his "real" plebe year. 
His experiences here may have had serious 
effects on his outlook, helping to earn him 
a special place in the nightmares of many 
plebes. Luis was quick to pick up the 
language and has become quite 
Americanized. He has had his moments, 
however, such as his question "What does 
yield mean?" while driving down an L.A. 
freeway. In fact, Luis has become so 
Americanized that until recently we were 
trying to convince him to stay here per- 
manently. It just wasn't in the cards, 
though. Luis is a man with a destiny. Just 
ask him about riding thru the streets of 
Lima on a white horse and watch his eyes 
light up. Always loyal to his friends and a 
real woman killer, Luis will be a definite 
success. Good luck with your future, Luis. 
You'll always rate free beer in my bar ! 

Dennis Paul Richards 

Denny, from tiny Johnstown, Pa., came 
and the struggle began. How did you get 
the Duker thru plebe year? Clarke assign- 
ed you the task; I think it was the other 
way around. You would've slept through 
plebe year without Dan. Pasadena: driving 
the wrong way on one-way streets, don't 
worry Mrs. Snyder, I'll take care of him. 
Youngster cruise: Hong Kong, Korea, 
Japan — don't forget our present for your 
20th. That long drawn out face — Boats, 
Physics. Spring Break, Lauderdale, the 
151 floaters ana the massive B.C. passout. 
Second class cruise — leaving Dan, Stef 
and PJ in the parking lot, no keys — 
Rent-A-Wreck battles Mac, the oompa- 
loompas' Springsteen. Along came Kate, 
the thumb came down, you straighten out 
— somewhat. Ring Dance — the weekend 
of our lives. First class year brought 
restriction for all of us except Firls. It's 
over now, but we take great memories and 
great friends- two things which will last 
forever. DBS. 

Robert Nelson Plantz 

The Road goes ever on and on Down from 
the door where it began. Now far ahead 
the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I 
can. Pursuing it with weary feet, Until it 
joins some larger way, Where many paths 
and errands meet. And whither then? I 
cannot say. 

Michael Graham Wuamett 

Mike arrived in Annapolis from the bustl- 
ing town of Seabrook, Texas on a bet from 
a friend and with little idea of what the 
Naval Academy was all about. However, 
fear of the unknown is something Mike 
never experienced. Mike spent four years 
knocking heads on the fieldball and touch 
football teams, combing the foredecks of 
Navy sailboats, and driving his 'Vette at 
high speeds. Around the company Mike 
was known for his willingness to help 
others and his hidden sense of humor. 
Outside the Yard, his tall, slender body, 
blue eyes, and baby face would always 
catch the eye of the fairer sex. Mike will 
forever be remembered as a true friend, 
and the Academy's loss will be the Marine 
Corps' gain. JJD. 



The Brigade: Fourth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Mark Hamilton, Julie Helmers, Karen Joyner, William Campbell, Andrew Wickerson, Paul Mack, William Hum- 
phreys, Kevin Moroney, Ralph Nelson Row Two: Paul Bevans, Gregory Cotten, Lynne Mickelson, Joseph Rizzo, Ralph 
Belling, John Fenner, David Badger, Anita Petty Row Three: Ruben Gavieres, Steven Rakow, Steven Clarke, Jeffrey Jenn- 
ings, Amy Donovan, Scott Herbener, Charles Dambra, John Fitzwilliam, Peter Hutson Not Shown: John Berner, Terence 


The Brigade: Fifth Company 

LT Sean Sullivan 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Joe Rizzo 
Company Sub Commander: Dave Badger 
Company Adjutant: Chuck D'Ambra 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Steven Rakow 
Company Sub Commander: Scott Herbener 
Company Adjutant: Gregory Cotten 

The Brigade: Fifth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Phillip Bunce, Michael 
Sneath, Richard Burr, Jeffrey Akin, 
Gregory Strauser, Gordon Cole, 
James Stewart, David Lucchesi, Mat- 
thew Caldwell Row Two: John 
O'Brien, Ron Allen, Scott Cary, 
James Wolters, Benjamin Peet, Keith 
Miller, Kyle Kliewer, Kurt Van Etten, 
James Arguelles, Timothy Schick, 
James Downs Row Three: Scott 
Evans, Chris Harkins, John Cox, 
Harry Demiris, Art Crowe, Keith 
Goetz, Dave Bass, Jerry Dismuke, 
Frank Snyder, Andre Stokes Not 
Shown: Charles Bingham, Steven 
Graves, Robert Tamaro 

The Class of 

Row One: Stewart Chang, Carol 
Womack, Karen Burch, Karen 
Somsel, Patrick Powers, Brian 
Prather, Erik Barnes, Dave Grennek, 
Rich Giacin Row Two: Brian 
Caldwell, Chris Clay, Theodore Fun- 
doukos, Lawrence Vincent, Sara Ap- 
plegarth, Wendy Miller, Erik Snyder, 
Cathy Donohue, Mike Newton, Matt 
Lightner, Dionisio Gamboa, Jon Lad- 
da, Robert Hickman, Kenneth 
Golding Row Three: Cameron 
Geiger, Michelle Lucero, Andrew 
Schwinger, Douglas McCann, Robert 
Janssen, David Swenson, Dwight 
Neeley, Ken Blalock, Matt Mcluckie, 
John Kemna, David Moyer, Michael 

The Class of 

Row One: Ronald Surfield, John 
Prendergast, Kelly Keefe, Racquel 
Williams, Jose Nobrega, Alisha Thur- 
man, Stephen Johnston, Sam Guer- 
tin, Carroll Bannister Row Two: 
Thomas Sanchez, Deborah Willaims, 
Whitney Kemmey, Matthew Banks, 
Stephen Majewski, Jay Singer, Jason 
Ott, Thomas Hofer, Ian Underhill, 
Derek Cribley, Steven Ohmstede, 
John Calvert Row Three: Robert 
Frye, Patrick Daniels, Katrine Jacob- 
son, Curtis Phillips, Leonard Guz- 
man, Mario Mathisen, James Young, 
Robert Hansen, James Newsome, 
Jeffrey Smith Not Shown: Timothy 
Barkdoll, Bradford Blackwelder, 
Brian Flynn 


The Brigade: Fifth Company 

The Brigade: Fifth Company 



The Brigade: Fifth Company 

Congratulations, Scott. 
You did it! We're very 
proud of you. Peace, joy, 
love, Mom, Dad, Amy, 
Darrin, and all the Patchys. 

Congratulations Paul and 
5th Co. Well done! Good 
Luck Paul in the Marines. 
You made us proud and 
happy! God bless you! Love 
Mom, Dad, Jody, John and 

Well done Jeff Jennings! 
Prayers and best wishes 
are with you and 5th Co. 
into all tomorrows. Love 
Dad, Julie, Jim. 

Congratulations, Steven M. 
Clarke and the Class of '87 
Love Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations, Ralph 
Belling. We are happy for 
you. Love you. Mom, Dad, 
Ray, Boys. 

Congratulations Julie, a 
difficult task accomplished. 
May all your goals become a 
reality and we pray 
that happiness, love, and 
success always be a part 
of your life. We are proud 
of you. Love Dad, Mom, and 
Scott Helmers. 

To John Fenner: 
"This too shall pass." 

The Brigade: Fifth Company 


Paul Bastos Bevans 

David Dwain Badger 

Dave comes from a military background, 
so home is wherever the folks are. After 
seeing the Marine Corps through an 
enlisted infantryman's eye3 for two years, 
Dave made the decision to enter USNA. 
He started as an oceanographer, but he'll 
finish as one of the Academy's highly ac- 
claimed scientists. As a first class, Dave 
did one tour as Company XO and another 
as a Platoon Commander. Perhaps one of 
the greatest hall rats in history, he is 
eagerly awaiting graduation and his return 
to the Infantry. Semper Fi, Dave! 

Ralph John Belling 

RJ, everybody's favorite scarecrow, came 
to the Academy from BOOST because he's 
"special." Once he arrived, all stood in awe 
of his unique mental ability. His 
endeavors in Physical Science earned him 
a wopping 2.2 CQPR. His extreme love of 
flying prompted his nickname of 
"airhead;" just ask him. Yes, RJ has 
become a trademark of Far Side Five. 
RJisms abound in Five. Who could ever 
forget his dedication to platoon drill dur- 
ing youngster year? Or his commitment to 
know menus better than the plebes? He is 
a romantic to the core. His favorite song is 
"Mrs. Robinson." No one was really sur- 
prised when he announced his marriage 
plans, especially after such a long engage- 
ment period. RJ "The Ring Giver" Belling 
will certainly leave a lasting mark upon all 
of us. With many fond memories, JFF. 

John Aloysius Berner 

Bunsen came to us from scenic Avon 
Lake, Ohio, near beautiful downtown 
Cleveland, with Charlene in his heart and 
a football in his hand. Every year JB 
would predict the rise of the tribe, and 
every year we consoled him after the tribe 
failed yet again. Majoring in the gridiron, 
he claims that Nap blocked for him. 
Always the snazzy dresser, JB's 
whiteworks should be retired (or burned). 
Always the Capitalist, John devised Pepsi 
machine insurance and bartering for GQ 
clothing. JB reigned supreme on the golf 
course, just ask him. (Big hitter, the 
Lama.) JB is a great friend; I'll miss room- 
ing with him, and I'm sure he'll miss late 
night music. Good luck in the only Corps 
(that you can keep your hair in) and in 
your marriage. Soup. 

"Hey, if we sleep twelve hours a day, we're 
only at USNA for two years!" Paul uttered 
those now-infamous words at the begin- 
ning of youngster year and has held true to 
his ideal ever since. His desire for 
racktime was only exceeded by his ap- 
petite for doodles. "Chief appeared to be 
a nocturnal beast, waking up just in time 
to pull all-nighters. On weekends, when he 
wasn't filling himself with Frangelica or 
the pre-formals sink with whatever, he 
would usually attempt to reach the ever- 
elusive Buzzard's Rock. Paul was an 
ultimate Surface Warrior, who enter- 
tained us all with his exploits of "crossing 
the line" and Portuguese Forex cruise. As 
a scientist, he was never sure exactly how 
he was going to hit the Fleet. He always 
used to mutter something about Quarter- 
master A-school around exam time. He 
got the ship of his dreams — "anything 
with missiles and guns." God bless, Chief. 
Fair winds and following seas. SCH. 

Amy Lyons Donovan 

Amy has always been in a class of her own 
— from her David Bowie haircut plebe 
year to the New Yorker subscription she 
finally got first class year. She always had 
a story to tell about one of her seven 
brothers and sisters. Where do they live 
now? None of us could believe the day she 
walked up to that handsome mate and in- 
troduced herself. The girl had the nerve — 
how else could she have kept up with us? 
Her family had some explaining to do 
when her wall-jumping escapade made the 
Washington Post first class year. Amy has 
been economy all the way — except when 
it comes to Shaklee products and her 
small but beautiful wardrobe. We know 
you have a lot of ailments, but come on, 
Amy . . . half your paycheck for vitamins? 
All in all, Amy's place is on the beach. Any 
beach — Mexico, Virginia, Ocean City, 
Michigan, California, or Rhode Island — 
Anne Tyler novel in hand. We love you 
even though you are an anteater face. Bye! 

John Francis Fenner 

John Fenner will always be known as 
JFFF. Because of his technical talent, he 
chose to be an English major. Born twenty 
years late, he listens to all the music of the 
'60s and loves all the popular groups of 
that era. During a "march" over second 
class year, JFFF was so excited about the 
upcoming football season that he nearly 
fell unconscious and couldn't recall being 
at the game. After a few of his classmates 
took him out of the stands, he had to ex- 
plain his enthusiasm to the 'Dant. The 
'Dant applauded JF's enthusiasm and gave 
him three striper libs and a sweater as a 
reward. Yes JF is one of the few, the pro- 
ud, the Early Morning Breakfast Club 
members. JF's dedication showed when he 
decided to spend an entire year's leave at 
the Academy to reside as President of the 
prestigious Breakfast Club. JF has a great 
future in the Navy; just ask the 'Dant. He 
will always be remembered in Fruit Bar 
Five as the hippie mid of the '80s. RJ. 

John William Fitzwilliam 

Fitz came to USNA from NAPS (and a 
Navy family) and immediately 
demonstrated his nurtured drinking skills 
to Tenth Company. Unfortunately, his 
stealth skills weren't as practiced and, as a 
result, the rest of plebe year was very 
quiet. Youngster year brought John to 
Fifth and liberty took him to Trinity, 
where he met Danielle and learned to say 
"Cuvilly" in three different accents. While 
at USNA, Fitz experienced sun spankings 
and stomach crunchings (thanks to Ty). 
"Wok"ing, recon swims and learning to 
endure Pete also filled his time (which he 
had more of as a GE). Second class year 
saw Fitzwillie as an elite member of the 
EMBC (again), and he learned how to 
avoid the persistent grasp of the Tess- 
monster. As an MIR, Fitz spent most of 
his time going to DC and thinking about 
flying. Looks like you're finally going to 
get your chance to flame some hot-shot 
enemy pilot. Just remember to keep 
checking your six. Take care, Fitz. SCH. 

Ruben Vidal Gavieres 

Although raised in California, Ruben 
never learned to swim; thus assuring his 
membership in the Aqua Rock Club. He 
did, however become a Brigade Champion 
sailor and powerlifter and was surprised 
when Dennis Conner did not select him to 
be a grinder on "Stars and Stripes." 
Ruben also had a foot fettish which led 
him to operate his stereo with his toes and 
surround himself with dozens of shoes. He 
also spent endless hours manicuring his 
nails instead of studying. Lately, he has 
taken to Telarc (DDFD!) classical com- 
pact discs — a far cry from his days of 
Prince and Grand Master Melle Mel. With 
his tremendous JET-E experience, Ruben 
will enter the aviation community armed 
with his 12-inch survival knife and an in- 
continence which should ruin many flight 
suits. Less than 24 hours after graduating, 
Ruben will marry a girl for whom he is 
eternally indebted to his roommate. "PS" 


The Brigade: Fifth Company 

William Roland Campbell 

William Roland Campbell. A man con- 
trolled by destiny, although neither he nor 
anyone else knows what his destiny may 
be. A well-rounded individual known to 
most as Soup, perhaps an extension of his 
surname or for his fondness for cuisine. A 
man in a perpetual Battle of the Bulge, 
and the winner remains unresolved. Soup 
is the man known for his fondness for 
music and satire. His collection of cassette 
tapes and guitars is one he is surely fond 
of. His idea of a good time is to over- 
indulge in both melody and ale, which 
earned him his inverted N-star during his 
youngster year. Soup's only leadership po- 
sition was as president of the USNA Early 
Morning Breakfast Club where he and sev- 
eral other dedicated midshipmen would 
stand for officers and dignitaries to show 
off the better side of USNA. Soup is a 
classic and the best man for the job. Good 
luck, JB. 

Steven Michael Clarke 

Steve got off to a slow start Plebe year, but 
soon found his new youngster company to 
his liking. By the end of his first semester 
that year he earned stars as a fledgling 
aero major. And the end of youngster year 
saw Steve the proud owner of the infa- 
mous Fort Fairmont and the boyfriend of 
the girl he would marry two days after 
graduation, Caryn. Second Class year had 
Steve buried in engineering labs. Plebe 
Summer, the second time around, as a 
platoon commander, went much more 
smoothly and the beginning of the ac- 
ademic year saw Steve as Battalion Ops, 
buried in paperwork. Second semester as 
an MIR was the pinnacle of his midship- 
man days and Steve began punching the 
coast button he made and holding cover 
tossing practice. When Steve replaced the 
"mont" with a red Corvette, the license 
plate told the world what we already knew, 
"I'd rather be flying an F-14." 

Gregory Benedict Cotten 

Greg entered our beloved Academy filled 
with an idealism, enthusiasm and ambi- 
tion befitting our peculiar institution. Af- 
ter years of hard work, he now embarks 
upon a career as a nuclear submariner. He 
achieved many accomplishments of note 
on the road to graduation. He sits on the 
Board of Directors of a major insulation 
firm and was the new Uniform Shop's first 
customer (Photo documentation available 
upon request). But a warrior's life has 
many trials and tribulations. While here, 
he endured constant misspellings of his 
last name, contracted several penicillin- 
resistant diseases, was deemed "non- 
commissionable" by Navy doctors on 
many occasions, and worst of all, his fa- 
ther denied his request for a new Saab 900. 
When asked how he overcame such ad- 
versity, he admits that his quest of Biblical 
knowledge, particularly through Adam 
and Eve, and regular scrubbings of his feet 
have been great sources of comfort and 
strength to him. 

Charles Edward D'Ambra 

Chuckie Cheese, alias Cheeseballs, came to 
USNA from California with the intention 
of doing as little work as possible in order 
to graduate. He succeeded in doing so, 
skating through plebe year, but managed 
to simultaneously distinguish himself in 
track and soccer- earning letters in both. 
His lack of priorities, however, was set 
straight upon becoming a firstie and dis- 
covering Baltimore's Carol. Thus, it came 
to pass that Chuck without Carol was like 
Arabs without oil, bears without fleas, 
Chuckie without Cheese. He accomplished 
a goal upon service selection, choosing 
Navy pilot as his future designation. He 
will do well in the fleet. We wish him the 
best of luck in both his marriage and ca- 
reer. Pete and Fitz. 

Mark Daniel Hamilton 

Mark came to us from Wisconsin with the 
desire to go to USAFA the following year. 
He must have liked it here because he 
ended up staying to become an Aero ma- 
jor/English minor. Youngster year Mark 
came to 5th company and got his mellow 
reputation almost immediately. In addi- 
tion, crew and academics kept him away 
from the normal "social activities" expe- 
rienced by the average mids. Fortunately 
his hard work paid off with decent grades 
and team captain for light weight crew as a 
firstie. Something for which Mark will al- 
ways be remembered for was his knack for 
telling people to "lighten up" or "get out of 
town" when they got too serious. Yes, 
Mark, the closet striver, will be happy as a 
P-3 NFO, using his extensive engineering 
background to nuke burritos and work the 
coffee machine on these long flights. 

Julie Vearl Helmers 

Julie Vearl Helmers came to us from sun- 
ny California after three years of college, 
working towards a wonderful degree in 
Chemistry. Plebe year found us together, 
myself a redneck from Florida. We have 
spent four years together, from back- 
shafters to Saturday nights at Mc- 
Garvey's. How can two people so different 
be such good friends? We cannot forget 
Matt, now can we? Julie managed to prove 
that there is one good man left in this 
world by taking him! The two would race 
to Baltimore in their Porsche at 120 mph. 
Together they will go to Pensacola to be- 
come pilots. Best of luck to you Julie, I 
love you like a sister. KEJ. 

Scott Christopher Herbener 

A Pennsylvania boy. Herbs came to the 
Academy to escape his small home town in 
the Poconos. The next four years he was 
held prisoner in a maximum security 
school with people with names like: 
Soupfat, Ogg, Cheese, and Scum. Well 
Herb's had a special name too. Anyway, 
arriving at 5th after an "utterly simple" 
plebe year. Herbs was quick to take the 
offensive and establish his leadership 
style. Herbs found himself in the highly 
respected position of Company Sub- 
Commander, but not without his share of 
misfortunes. There were academic and 
conduct trouble throughout his stay at the 
academy; however, he owes his life to one 
man — Ranger Green who heroically 
saved him from the perils of Loft moun- 
tain (as well as the early birs). We look 
forward to sending Herbs to the fleet con- 
fident that he has been properly trained 
for his important role in our nation's de- 
fense (Coke machine operator). Good luck 
in Japan and in the Surface fleet. Fitz. 

The Brigade: Fifth Company 


William Andrew Humphreys 

Peter Martin Hutson 

Peter, Ogg The Caveman, Hutson, an 
aristocratic-ankled, Kent-bred, young 
world traveler, came to the Boat School 
ready to take on the world. He started out 
with a hot plebe year in the Dirty Dozen, 
but his grand ideals were quickly done 
away with upon his entrance into the 
"Cave." Here Ogg became distracted from 
his educational and professional develop- 
ment with frequent visits to neighboring 
colleges: Hood, Goucher, etc. When Ogg 
wasn't gnawing on chicken bones, eating 
raw meat, or hibernating in the rack, he 
was trying vainly to keep in shape. It's 
good to see Ogg on the straight and narrow 
with the girl from Goucher. Good luck in 
the fleet. We hope you become the third 
fastest jet jock to hit the big blue sky. 
Cheese and Fitz. 

Jeffrey Thomas Jennings 

He came from Alabama and went to Pen- 
sacola in only four years. What a deal! 

Karen Elizabeth Joyner 

No one has ever been more eager to visit 
home again than Karen, the down-home 
girl from Crystal River, Florida. Just men- 
tion manatees, her friend" Elizabeth or 
mom's home cookin', and Karen would get 
that far-away look in her eyes. As an 
oceanography major and president of 
Oceanography Club, she felt very much at 
home at USNA . . .now if they'd just take 
fluid physics out of the curriculum! Karen 
will be remembered for her willingness to 
listen and her kind-heartedness (especially 
at Christmas). Ah yes, Christmas was 
always a special time for her. Ms. Claus 
celebrated it year round with her endless 
quest for yuletide trinkets at local craft 
stores. Her room was a sight to behold 
with countless flashing lights, garland and 
ornaments. She even decorated her truck! 
Karen, you're one in a million (now if Bob 
could only realize this!) Good luck to a 
close friend and a future pork chop. ASP. 

Ralph Frederic Nelson, Jr. 

To know Ralph is a privilege, something 
akin to a religious experience. Rarely do 
you get to know someone who is the 
definition of true friendship and yet 
radical enough to put a Shiite to shame. 
Ralpho, tired of plebe crew, was wooed on 
to the world of varsity volleyball. Later he 
took Navy Judo by storm, winning suc- 
cessful tournaments and a letter sweater. 
Ralph knew his priorities: women, sleep 
and food. Dashing and debonair, Ralph 
was the soul of tact when it was time to 
wine, dine, dance and romance the 
loveliest ladies around. Yet, when it came 
time to sacrifice himself to the attack of a 
less than lovely lass for the good of the 
combined effort, Ralph was there. Well 
known and liked for his friendly and 
outgoing personality, Ralph was also a 
connoisseur of the finer things in life. His 
bulletin board was a constant source of ad- 
miration. Above all though, Ralph is one 
fine and outstanding gentleman. JP. 

Anita Sue Petty 

Anita Rambled into the Academy from a 
small town in Arizona where her only 
neighbors were other Pettys. Definitely a 
go-getter, her major goals were to buy an 
MR-2, graduate, and go aviation. After 
four years of hard work and struggle, she 
achieved all three. Remember the road 
trips — Miss Independent packing a .38 
special and driving down every road on the 
map; the Phil Collins dress up nights; and 
those nights on the town with Karen but 
mostly with Bob, Steve, Jim, and John. Of 
course they were all just her friends. (But 
then we do all seem to have a Bobo in our 
life at one time or another don't we?) A 
dedicated and true friend, I know that 
even though we will go our separate ways, 
someday one of Anita's roadtrips will find 
her on my doorstep. Good luck Anita, I 
know you'll go far. KJ. 

Steven William Rakow 

Unlike most of us, Steve didn't have to 
leave home to attend this fine institution. 
Almost everyone in his family is a grad; 
and his grandmother lives three miles 
away. Of course, he and his friends 
escaped the Academy there at every op- 
portunity. Being a Marine Corps brat, 
Steve has lived all over the U.S. though he 
most fondly remembers all of the beach 
partying, guitar playing, and surfing he did 
in Hawaii. Being from such a nautical 
family, he made the transformation to 
midshipman easily. In fact, he did so well 
that he became a company commander for 
both plebe summer and second semester. 
As for his academic endeavors, Steve 
chose history and became adept at de- 
fending his major and the long periods of 
rack it required. From infancy, Steve knew 
he was destined to become a Grunt like his 
father. Now, with Kelley by his side he will 
be able to fulfill his goals. Steve will be a 
fine representative of the uniform he 
wears, "a real uniform". SMC & MDH. 

Joseph Ralph Rizzo 

Joe Rizzo, who presently calls Chicago his 
home, is really a midwestern boy at heart. 
He was raised in Ames, Iowa. He has a 
great love for all contact sports and ex- 
celled at USNA in the boxing ring. Joe 
spent several years in the nuclear navy 
before USNA but seems to have had his 
fill of ships. As company commander first 
semester, Joe revealed that he definitely 
had what it takes to lead men and com- 
mand respect. As Joe enters the Marine 
Corps, he looks forward to a long career 
and a happy marriage to his company 
sweetheart, Lynne Mickelson. The only 
question left is, are the Marines readv for 
two LT Rizzos? LDM. 


The Brigade: Fifth Company 

Paul Gerard Mack 

Paul [gnatious Gerard Mack survived the 
hustle and hustle of Dubois, Pa. and shuf- 
fled off to NAPS. After a near miss 
Schmacka graced us with his presence 
here at USNA. Paul always had trouble 
finding people who didn't like him so to 
remedy the situation he became a brethren 
of the cave, a frequenter of Julio's, and a 
late night rumbler. The infamous 
"dummy" chit was no stranger to Paul due 
to his early realization (springing from his 
bull . . .1 mean Poly Sci training) that all 
courses beginning with E or S were trivial, 
useless, political creations to be avoided 
(or at least blown off until the final). After 
choosing the corps and taking his 5th and 
last PCR the year drew to a close, and all 
Paul could find to say about our years here 
was "that it didn't hurt," Oh and it didn't. 
See ya in Ireland and at the ten year Julio 
reunion. GFL. BFH KFM (cavemates for 

Terence Petrick Malloy 

Raeford, North Carolina is famous for its 
turkeys, right? Terence has come a long 
way to join The Few, The Proud. Opting 
for the ultimate Bull major, T. chose Eng- 
lish and composed an award winning Val- 
entine. The scramble put T. on the other 
side of the world from where he began in 
"the best for last" company and made him 
the Cinq Co. cynic. Judo left its mark on 
T's body — then there were the women: 
Beige teddies, the girls from home, older 
women, classmates who fell asleep, and 
cruises (England, France, Canada — a reg- 
ular international lover!). First class year 
brought a second bout of restriction (YP 
cruise, eggs?!) that kept the miles down to 
just over 20.000 (only $1100 in body work, 
3 tickets, and a broken lock). Gospel choir 
took a great deal of energy and resources, 
but there's still enough left for one special 
member . . .T. may prove to be a one wom- 
an man after all (finally?). Good luck. 

Lynne Denise Mickelson 

Lynne came up the road from Alexandria 
to study Chemistry and possibly become a 
Navy doctor. Instead, following color anal- 
ysis, she found that green was her better 
color and Lynne chose the Marine Corps. 
The fact that her fiance is also going Corps 
may have had some influence, but it is 
doubtful. In between injuries Lynne has 
lettered in Indoor and Outdoor Track. Her 
duties as a first class included Company 
Sub-Commander during detail, Platoon 
Commander, and a rigorous semester as a 
MIR. Lynne's greatest accomplishment at 
Navy has been her ability to maintain a 3.4 
QPR while doing anything she could to 
avoid studying. JRR. 

Kevin James Moroney 

After a year at one of western Pa's finest 
prep schools (Kiski), Moon was finally 
iearned enough for the rigors that Acad- 
emy life would bring. Little did he know, 
Boom-Boom and Leonard's upbringing in 
Fountain Hill (Bethlehem) made him 
more than ready, for he did so well that 
there were serious attempts to bring him 
into the nuke community, but he did sec 
the light and chose Marine air. Kevin's 
upperclass years brought out many great 
experiences, which almost always included 
Erin, the "Boys", any foreign or domestic 
beer, and Levi. Youngster year Kevin uti- 
lized his newly earned jump wings and 
leaped from the top rack. He was never 
one to pass up Timmy's, Kimbo's. Julio's. 
or St. Patrick's Day festivities. Second 
class year brought out his fetish for sinks 
2-for-7 night. First class year he looked 
forward to endless tailgaters and visits 
with the girl of his choice. GFL in eve- 
rything. The Cave, PGFM + WAFM. 

Andrew James Wickerson 

Wicks came to USNA from Concord, 
North Carolina (ooo-weee!!) and had the 
pleasure of being an elite member of 18th 
Company plebe year. The scramble 
brought him into the fubar company, and 
he made an immediate impact by shoving 
off a plebe from a chow call the first op- 
portunity he had. Many of his weekends 
were spent at Moxie's enjoying that fab- 
ulous beer, Schmidt's; with one experience 
resulting in him returning as a suitcase. As 
time moved slowly on, at the same rate 
that Stinkpot does everything, his week- 
ends were spent frequenting Kimbo's, Ju- 
lio's, and Timmy's. Wicks always had good 
luck with cars as the 100 ft. Honeybee 
drop and grand theft auto Sunbird will 
attest. Stinky became a member of the 
CEC after finally discovering that he had 
had a pin surgically implanted two years 
earlier. We'll never forget his caustic re- 
marks. GFL the Navy is going to need it — 
Oh and they won't. BFH PFM KFM. 

The Brigade: Fifth Company 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Ty Schieber 
Company Sub Commander: Andy York 
Company Adjutant: John Hensley 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Brian Burgos 
Company Sub Commander: Matthew Kirk 
Company Adjutant: Terry Takats 


The Brigade: Sixth Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Paul Aanonsen, Trent Nickels, Brian Burgos, Matthew Kirk, Alton Coleman, Ben Torreon, Nick Cohron, Sean 
Mangan, David Molthen Row Two: John Walters, Andrew York, Ty Schieber, Pacy Ostroff, Stephen Clarke, Patrick Shea, 
Al Sambar, Eric Coleman, Ronald Prass Row Three: Eber Verhovsek, Joseph Dipaola, Jonathan Hensley, Christopher 
Calhoun, John Kempkes, Daryl Watkins, Eric Baltazar, Robert Horel Not Shown: Terry Takats, William Townsend 

LT Joe Adan 

The Brigade: Sixth Company 



The Brigade: Sixth Company 

The Class of 

Row One: Michael Ott, Shawn Col- 
son, Ralph Baker, Robert Hooper, 
Scott Rein, Sean Plankey, Michael 
Newman, Dawn Bennett, Rosalind 
Richmond Row Two: Doug Stan- 
ford, Ramon Ramil, Beth Watt, 
Shannon Workman, Kerry O'Connor, 
Henry Doyle, Michael Dee, Chris 
Schaier, Scott Bensing, David Cela, 
Matt Brown Row Three: Andy 
Green, Sean Griffin, Nick Gerace, 
Brad Cox, Randall Doane, William 
Fisher, Alexander Cutler, Thomas 
Zohlen, Gerald Whitman Not 
Shown: William Swent, David Wells 

The Class of 

Row One: Jim Rogers, Eddie Drew, 
Chris Carlson, Chris Fatheree, John 
HOyt, Dennis O'Rourke, Ron Neff, 
James Finn, Eric Toweson Row 
Two: Druso Daubon, Matt Suess, 
Mike Baratta, Jon Lebaron, Eric 
Christian, Bob Kendall, Marvin 
Campbell, Philip Young, Chad 
Thompson, Mike Sheehy, James Gor- 
man, Kurt Armbrust, Jim Chatfield 
Row Three: Charlton Adams, John 
Lacivita, Shannon McCarter, Joe 
Howard, George Fleming, Darryl 
Lampkin, Ki Hwang, Richard Sam- 
son, Kevin Quinn, Michael Eggleston, 
Erik Burian 

The Class of 

Row One: Christopher Gronbech, 
Laurie Wood, Tracey Perez, Todd 
Hastie, Joseph Nelson, Troy Mc- 
Clelland, Daniel Pepper, Jose Flores, 
Salvatore Rafanello Row Two: Hyo 
Rhee, Manuel Barba, Gary Bruce, 
Gregory Parker, Ken Hobmann, Jef- 
frey Blankenship, Craig Haider, 
Leonard Dollaga, Todd DePauw, 
Michael Junge, Aimee Hodges, Frank 
Johnston, Samuel Broderick, David 
Padula Row Three: Daniel Savage, 
Laura Pearson, Louis Brown, Peter 
Olep, Scott Roza, Stephen Silva, 
Michael Megeath, Matthew Ellis, 
Stanley Zwolinski, Horace Sermons, 
Gregory Reppar, Alexander Meissel 

The Brigade: Sixth Company 


Good luck. Proud of you. 
Dad, Mom, Ray. (Ben S. 

Congratulations Terry and 
the cookie eaters of 6th. 
Good Luck! Love you all. 
The Takats Family. 

Congrats and safe keeping 
to each mid in the Class 
of '87, especially Wick, 
Terry, Paul and Dave. 
Congrats 2nd Lt. Paul 
Aanonsen and the Class of 
'87. Well done! You made us 
proud. Love Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87. Capt. and 
Mrs. Ronald Calhoun. 

It was a long struggle. 
You made it! I knew you 
would. Keep the faith, 
and press on. Love, Mom. 

To our dear Brian and the 
Class of '87. Much 
happiness and success in 
your future endeavors. Love 
you, Brian. Mom, Dad, and 
the gang. 

With much pride, respect, 
and admiration, our love 
and congratulations to 
Ensign Eric Coleman. Mom, 
Dad, Michele Coleman. 

Congratulations to the 
newest drut on the pond. 
May your future hold good 
winds, full sails and 
first around the mark. 
Love, Dad. 


The Brigade: Sixth Company 

The Brigade: Sixth Company 


Paul Christian Aanonsen 

Paul has always been quick to point out 
that some fault does not qualify someone 
as "a bad person," and his logic is, as 
always, infallible. It is precisely this 
benevolent outlook that has allowed, even 
forced, him to take such strides, speaking 
teleogically of course. From Vail's back 
bowls to Key West to the City Dock to an 
obscure Irish establishment in New York 
City, Paul has proved himself to be one of 
a kind. Sixth Company will miss his 
panache and flair for the irresponsible. 
Our loss is the gain of the USMC(?), and 
one day Wall St. In sum, we may say that 
Paul never met a green jersey he didn't 
like, but that he was usually the first to 
point out that too much isn't always 
enough. However, who can argue with 
fact; in his final year he exhibited boldly 
what everyone had long suspected, he isn't 
just another pretty face. Remember the 
USS Francis Hammond! Good Luck, Ish. 

Eric Lee Baltazar 

"E" came to us from Tuscon, Arizona 
"and is moving on to Navy Air. From our 
first party at Army youngster year to sail- 
ing the Bahamas first class has 
been nothing but adventure knowing Eric. 
With a personality reflected in his orange 
convertible bug, E's quick wit and humor 
will always be remembered. An athletic 
animal, Eric could always be found in the 
best of shape. How many miles today, E? 
We cannot forget the stumble our stud had 
at Ben's party nor the close-up examina- 
tion of eighth wing parking lot second 
class summer. Yet despite any form we 
may find our hero in, there can be no one 
who can be counted on quite like Eric. 
May you and Tammy find happiness and 
satisfaction in all that you do. God Bless 
You! POS. 

Brian Nicholas Burgos 

Brian comes to us after being kicked out of 
the "most liveable city" in the US: Pitt- 
sburgh. Brian's ability to get along with 
his seniors was uncanny; one semester, he 
got ranked first after showing up for one 
weekend the whole semester. He could do 
no wrong in the eyes of the Captain. His 
exchange vacation to Colorado Springs 
provided him with an academic break as 
well as a new friend. Brian was very in- 
volved in plebe detail, to the point of help- 
ing out Mari Beth with her doolies as well 
as his own plebes. His first class cruise was 
memorable. Four days underwater con- 
vinced him to go surface, so he left at noon 
every day and hit Waikiki. His BOQ room 
was a new record in Pearl; they still have a 
picture of where maids were afraid to 
tread. Of course, none of this kept him 
from getting Company Commander. 
Brian's been a great guy to go through 
here with. Best of luck. MSK PPO JCK. 

Christopher Scott Calhoun 

Some people will do anything for an Ox- 
ford education. For Chris, it meant some 
long nights geeking to get through those 
25-hour semesters. Just a few, though; he 
always found better things to do during 
study hour. He was always the first one 
out on weekends, and he loved his Ner- 
fHoop study breaks. Good thing, since he 
roomed with Dave Robinson once. Camp- 
ing, writing articles, and his car kept him 
occupied, at least when not with Kim. He 
was at Goucher so much he had a reserved 
parking space, and his phone bills exceed- 
ed most third world debts.They made a 
great couple, and after the June Week 
wedding (if he survives the bachelor party 
we give him), they'll head to England for a 
few years before joining the Navy again. 
Chris chose the Arkansas as a surface 
nuke, mostly because he couldn't bear 
leaving his old roommates. Shemp and the 
Pacer will be waiting, qualified, and 
laughing as he brings his book around. 

Joseph Phillip DiPaola 

Events of Joe's second semester senior 
year represent the massive changes he has 
undergone: he sold his Corvette to drive 
an Escort, he gave up undergrad irrespon- 
sibility to attend Georgetown, and began 
dating girls more compatible with his area 
of study, military affairs. Joe's left 
arm/howitzer was never fully appreciated 
by Navy's dugout wizard, so he used his 
athletic prowess and tactical genius to lead 
Sixth Company to the Reg. championship. 
Never one to hide emotions or worry 
about others' personal property, Joe was 
willing to go to any extreme for a laugh. 
Joe is a trapper extraordinaire, and it was 
a rare occasion when his quests went fur 
naught. Even though we were the target of 
many attacks, we've seen though his ar- 
mor and know there are no better guys. 
We'll miss Joe, but no doubt we'll be hear- 
ing big things about this ambitious pro- 
duct of the "streets" of Baltimore. MSM 

Jonathan Boyd Hensley 

No one is quite sure why Jon came to 
USNA. It was a sad day when he left the 
victorious football fields of Martinsville, 
VA to realize the agony of defeat, de 
"ankles" and de "knees" at Annapolis, yet 
his gutsy hard-nosed play led Sixth com- 
pany to a Reg. Championship. Jon has 
concentrated on a place he likes most: bed. 
Henz is proud to point out that he's only 
spent two years at the Academy since he's 
spent two years sleeping. If the law of 
gross tonnage applies, then he has met 
more girls than anyone. One semester he 
was ranked 28 of 30 — the last two guys 
got kicked out of school. His ability to 
wear the same uniform for months on end 
and stockpile other peoples clothing has 
created the concept of "limited laundry 
warfare." Honestly, Jon's easy-going per- 
sonality has earned him great looking girls 
and numerous friends. To us he's a life- 
long best friend and business partner on 
whom we can always depend. JPD and 

Robert Harold Horel 

Rob got off to a great start at USNA. A 
D&B veteran from plebe summer, he look- 
ed at Ac. year as merely "another" chance 
to excel. He earned his stars (4.0), fried his 
roommates, and alienated just about 
everyone in "the Club." Okay ... he didn't 
fry us — but that's only because he was 
afraid of our roommate Tony. Anyway, 
somewhere in the youngster scramble Rob 
picked up a "clue." He let his hair grow, 
pitched his wisk broom, and became an 
all-around good guy. I knew he had it in 
him all along! Still, though, he couldn't 
manage to get in any sort of trouble what- 
soever. (YEP!). What striper material! He 
couldn't even get rid of his girlfriend! I 
don't think either of us ever quite found 
what we came here looking for, but our 
friendship is one thing that has survived 
the last four years. "Don't punch out- fly 
her to the wire." See ya' in P-Cola for 
Halloween! Maybe they have a golf course 

John Christopher Kempkes 

Hailing from the thriving metropolis of 
Apple Valley, "Shemp" was never one to 
sit back and watch the world go by. Nights 
before EE exams found his room packed 
with classmates gravitating to Bancroft's 
gouge oasis. As Log Editor John also left 
his mark with his abusive editorials and 
violent short stories, often earning himself 
special visits with the Deputy. Meanwhile, 
as owner and proprietor of USNA's video 
headquarters he acquired a Brigade-wide 
clientele. Somehow Admin Conduct never 
caught up with him, and meanwhile the 
Log O-rep managed to avoid the comman- 
dant's wrath. Always a believer in blue col- 
lar basketball, Shemp made his presence 
felt — on the court and in Misery Hall. 
Although rumored to have been born with 
a toy submarine in his hand, two sub 
cruises convinced him to change his plans 
(several times) and become a Nuke SWO, 
accompanying his roommates to cruiser 
duty on the Arkansas. CSC & PPO. 


The Brigade: Sixth Company 

Stephen Andrew Clarke 

David Nicholas Cohron 

Steve came to the Academy from sunny 
California. A soon-to-be yuppy, Steve has 
already invested in a new Saab with all the 
luxuries. A weekend rarely went by 
without him visiting local coin shops to 
expand his vast coin collection. As an avid 
stock market investor, Steve put his 
economics major information to use and 
was sure to double his initial investment 
within a couple of months. It's too bad he 
told us about his investments only after 
the stock had hit a peak. I think he 
shocked the entire company when service 
selection rolled around and he chose 
Marine Air. Steve could always be counted 
on when a computer was in need. Many 
papers and lab write-ups would never have 
been completed without his portable. The 
operations officer of the orienteering club, 
Steve put to use the skills of land terrain 
navigation which he will continue to use 
throughout his career as a marine. We 
wish you the best of luck in your future. 

When Nick rode out of the deprived, 
backward town of Stuarts Draft, Virginia, 
he had only two passions, money and cars. 
Since the two are not inseparable he 
joined the silent-but-wealthy service. 
Gumby will leave USNA riding in his 
dream of a 91 ISC, an ambitious achieve- 
ment for someone whose idea of a 
metropolis was Staunton (rhymes with 
wanton). Nick chose chastity aboard a 
submarine to horde his money rather than 
succumb to a foolhardy marriage to some 
spendthrift. This may be because a certain 
nameless HDHP (not a calculator) had 
the audacity to order a glass of Perrier on 
a date. But submarines were not enough. 
While taking FP210 he thought he had a 
calling for a future in the foriegn service. 
As a Firstie, Nick had arrived. He was 
made a Midn. Lt. for two semesters! He 
blew off formations and racked endlessly 
but still had the gall to inspect others. We 
wish him fast subs, expensive cars, and 
cheap women. 

Alton Hugh Coleman 

(our thanks to the j. geils band and a case) 
Does he walk? Does he talk? Is he taller 
than five feet? Our Stone Mountain 
Georgia roommate Will be a benefit to the 
fleet. He was an aero major Undoubtedly a 
brain Putting up with the Tater Did not 
drive him insane. Years go by, we're look- 
ing through a Proceedings magazine here's 
our Stone Mountain roommate-An elf in 
an F-14. (chorus) The bullfrogs run slow, 
Our memories no longer flow, Our elf is an 
NFO, Elf is an NFO. Slipped us cookies 
under the desk, His packages were always 
the best. We were stuffed, we turned away 
Before we ate them all. Played Daltrey, 
Kinks and the Who While he flashed those 
baby blues. Swimming had a hold on him; 
Hawaii was a ball. Those aviator wings 
Too magical to touch, To see him as an 
NFO Is really just too much. 

Robert Eric Coleman 

Pretty-Boy, this loud obnoxious Texan 
came to us from the Thirsty-Third. 1 don't 
think that he was ever able to quench his 
thirst and his patronage at the local 
taverns has proven it. If you ever needed 
to find Eric during the week, all you had to 
do was look for him in the wardroom. This 
was because he dropped a real major and 
went Phy-Sci (The Brotherhood). Eric 
started off as a varsity pole vaulter, but 
because of numerous hamstring pulls and 
some disagreements with the coach was 
forced into retirement as an intramural 
star. Out in town Eric's perfect hair, Texas 
accent and B.S. have always been a hit 
with the local women. We had many good 
times here, I hope to continue them in San 
Diego. And Eric, if any of this bothers you, 
I can only say, "I'm sorry, I apologize." 

Matthew Steven Kirk 

Matt's the only guy we know who en- 
counters physical pain when spending 
money. That's why he got his family's 
Honda sedan from his dad with his car 
loan. An avid sports fan, Matt rarely miss- 
ed a home basketball game or wrestling 
match. In the summers, you could find 
him in the rack or on the golf course. As a 
dedicated Systems Engineer, Matt spent 
many hours sharpening his computer 
skills — computer games skills, that is. 
Starting with youngster year. Matt quick- 
ly established himself as the great Scam- 
Master with the famous Systems Scam. 
(Remember that one, Al?) Matt pulled 
more pranks than Barboursville, West 
Virginia has pick-ups, and no CMOD was 
safe. The Army-Navy game first class year 
saw Matt finally drinking into oblivion 
due to a lost bet. Seriously, though, Matt's 
the best friend anyone could ask for, and 
will make the USS South Carolina a fun 
place to be. Take care and good luck with 
your future. BNB PPO JCK. 

We'll miss Sean, but not nearly as much as 
the fast food establishments he so often 
frequented. A near legend in town, 
Mango's exploits have earned him soft 
spots, not only in the hearts of local tavern 
owners, but also on various portions of his 
body. Only Sean could transform a simple 
bed into a veritable temple of slumber. (It 
was rumored that classmates removed 
their shoes when in its proximity 
Cheeseburger's lack of effort in physical 
endeavors have redefined the word 
"atrophy" -he once heard about Halsey 
Field House and packed a bag lunch to 
check it out. Computer gnomes 
everywhere will miss his expertise in the 
world of silicon. Seriously, no one could 
ask for a better friend and roommate. You 
could always count on Sean when the 
chips were down. Remember Sean, we 
made you the legend you are today! JPD 

The Brigade: Sixth Company 


Trent Demarco Nickels 

Brethren, I do not regard myself as having 
laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do; 
forgetting what lies behind and reaching 
forward to what lies ahead, I press on 
toward the goal for the prize of the upward 
call of God in Christ Jesus. (Phil. 3: 13-14) 

Pacy Philip Ostrof f 

The Pacer: Surface Nuke Bound. Pacy's 
another one of the New Jersey transfers 
who has introduced us to picking locks 
and the Boss. His language skills sure 
came in handy during a spring break trip 
to Germany. Not only was he the only one 
to get past the "do you speak English" 
phrase, but he was also the only one who 
could order another round of draft dark 
beer. Pacy's driving habits are incom- 
parable, including sudden unexpected lane 
changes and high speeds though small 
German towns. Pacy has not let EE in- 
terfere with the finer things in life. It was 
always a trip getting to know him and I 
shudder at the thought of the Pacer and 
Shemp running rampant in our latest 
nuclear cruiser, the Arkansas. We wish 
him the best of luck in everything he does. 
Never forget "The Rigger", and Genex. 

Ronald Eugene Prass 

Ron started his 5 years by the Bay in '82 
but left after summer camp for an extra 
year of "maturity" at Maryland. After re- 
joining the Brigade in '83, he managed to 
make time in his busy academic schedule 
to commute regularly to the 'Vous to con- 
tinue research. I think one of the times 
was a weekend. He is a veteran of 2 
Skifests, 5 Lauderdales, and World Tour 
86 and 87. All this came to a screeching 
halt when the Big One came down, ending 
the semester's streak at 9. Where's Aggie 
now? The Prince of Darkness baffled us 
dating girls he had nothing in common 
with. The Prince doesn't own a Green 
Jacket from the Masters, but he is a wor- 
thy Plankowner of the Vanagonagain. 
Limbo contests, 'Vous girls, Orlando girls, 
inviolate study hour, the Ugly American- 
show us your Australian hangover, 
"Clutch me!", Austrailian W & K. Ron is a 
treasured friend and his ever-present 
smile, wit, and lightheartedness will be 
missed. EJI and Friends. 

Al William Sambar 

With fast cars come fast women so the 
saying goes, sorry Al. I knew AI was alright 
when I tried to put his new RX-7 into 
reverse while traveling down the Penn- 
sylvania Turnpike at 55 MPH and escaped 
with my body intact. I haven't yet met a 
person who can look at things as 
lightheartedly as Al and still be a success. 
Yet with him it is fact. Knowing Al is like 
knowing Rodney Dangerfield, Oscar Mad- 
dison, and Rudolph Valentino all in one 
person. Yet there is never a time that he 
cannot be depended on for all the 
necessities of friendship. May you fly off 
carriers until your heart is content and 
more importantly, may you never have to 
eject over New Jersey. Take care, my 
friend forever. POS. 

William Oliver Townsend 

Fresh . . . Very Fresh. 

Eber Lee Verhovsek 

We were happy to get Eber the Pleber, a 
product of both massive quantities of 
steak and eggs and Johnstown, Pa. Always 
one to stick to a goal, he finally achieved a 
varsity letter after overcoming a mind like 
Rambo and a body like Einstein. This is 
even more true after his two month diet in 
which he fell from the world of the mighty 
titans into the realm of mere mortal men. 
Eb is one of the easiest going guys as long 
as he hasn't frequented one of the local 
taverns; just ask Ben Torreon. You know 
Eber was going to the football banquet 
when people started locking their door at 
eight o'clock. Seriously, he is a good friend 
and roommate even though he does have a 
bit of a neatness problem (he is a little too 
neat). Good luck in your career, you bub- 
blehead. JTW. 

John Thomas Walters 

John's existence merely proves that there 
is no correlation between intelligence and 
neatness. John doesn't conform to the 
stereotypical person with his grade point 
average. Hopefully, Nuclear Power School 
will end his quest for a university that can 
truly challenge his scholastic ability. 
When liberty is called, John is quick to put 
his suede Hush Puppies on and head 
straight for Baltimore where his mother 
and girlfriend, in that order, can give him 
the tender loving care he desperately 
needs. John's greatest hope in life is that 
the leisure suit be reinstated as the current 
fashion. Until then, he will continue to 
wear various colored flannel shirts, sport 
polyester, and boast ties wide enough to be 
mistaken as tablecloths. John will be 
remembered as a good guy who would 
always help at any time with any problem 
or subject. John could also be counted on 
to lift up the company's spirit with a mid- 
night pro-flick. ELV. 

Daryl Vaughn Watkins 

Thirty-five's finest bopped into 6 where he 
led people academically, physically, and 
socially, of course. There Speed learned to 
obey some of the regs at least some of the 
time. Daryl matured from the days of his 
impressionable youth when he fell in like 
quicker than he changed his socks and 
more often than his roommate shaved into 
a playful, dedicated individual devoted on- 
ly to Lori. A man who makes his decisions 
with his heart and later analyzes them, he 
will be known forever for his enthusiasm 
for his magic bus, transcontinental 
voyages, a good party, adventure, and 
strong friendships. People will remember 
you when you listened patiently, as one 
who developed his own values and held to 
them dearly, and as one who will never go 
hungry. A bad day anywhere with Daryl is 
better than a good one on Newport Beach 
without him. Hey Bud, let's continue clim- 
bing the ladder together. THM. 


The Brigade: Sixth Company 

Ty Alan Schieber 

Ty joined the brigade from the backwoods 
of northern Michigan, and after a year in 
twenty-second company, found himself in 
Slack Six. His main interest seemed to be 
in the military and academics, but it didn't 
take long for the interest to move over to 
10 Porter Road in the form of a tall, blue- 
eyed, blonde-haired girl named Liz. This 
convenient location for a "wife" provided 
his roommate with many quiet hours 
alone in the room, and even when Ty was 
present it was still quiet, because he was 
usually asleep. Second class year passed by 
rather uneventfully, and first class year 
brought Ty the dubious honor of being 
company commander, but unfortunately 
sent Liz to JMU. A successful three-stripe 
tour was followed by the heavy respon- 
sibility of company drill officer, every 
mid's dream. Come May '87, throw away 
the Navy blue and don the Marine green. 
Thanks for the memories. ALY. 

Patrick Owen Shea 

I don't think a paragraph can be written 
about Pat without mentioning 
Youngstown, Ohio. Apparently, every ma- 
jor player in the NFL is from there, or at 
least from Ohio. All joking aside, Pat is a 
very strong believer in his home and his 
family. He puts intense effort into all he 
does, from his oceanography major and 
his demanding weightlifting schedule to 
fiancee, Paula. One of the few people I 
know who can carry on a conversation 
with a bench press, Pat has developed 
quite a physique. First and Second class 
years brought many adventures for him 
including numerous road trips and a wild 
fling with a spunky little road whore 
named Boom Boom. Alas his affair has 
ended and now he will settle for a quaint 
little domestic life with his new German 
ride. Pat, I wish you the best of luck 
although I know you won't need it because 
you are the hook, the ticket, the big dog 
. . . Al. 

Terry Robert Takats 

Regardless of the expectations of others, 
he made it. No malice, no regrets, laughing 
all the way. Ya'll be cool. 

Ben Eugene Torreon 

"Beware of all enterprises that require 
new clothes ..." — Thoreau. Slow for- 
ward: NAPS, 26th Co., madman, 
youngster cruise and the 1052, the Philip- 
pines, Academic Probation forever, home 
cooking, short road trips, sweating it, two 
for sports, why?, summer '85 and Maria, 
short road trips, help, w. workers, D.K., 
studying in Nimitz, gouge?, freedom 2/c 
year, M and M Millan, home parties, New 
York on the 4th, car, B.D., P.G.C., family, 
glasses, rings: fast past. Thanks guys: 
E.R., F.R., P.L., R.N., R.H. and D.W. too. 
Thank you mom and dad for all your love 
and support the past four years and thank 
you Maria. "The best way out is always 
through ..." — R. Frost 

Andrew Lee York 

Drew came to Navy from suberbia-Illinois 
in pursuit of the elusive "wings of gold." 
After an intense plebe experience in 23rd, 
the switch to Slack Six was a welcome 
relief. Andy quickly earned a reputation 
for his soft-spoken, sentimental qualities 
— he never had a harsh word for anyone. 
Youngster and second class year were 
challenging, but hard work and 
perseverance pulled him through. An 
Australian exchange cruise first class sum- 
mer provided a cultural awakening, as 
Drew explored the peaks and valleys in 
several foreign countries. He returned to 
the Academy a changed man, and served 
as company sub-commander. Study as 
much as he did, Drew was never lacking 
for women. Despite all of his talk, he even 
managed to establish some very localized 
relationships. Drew is now P-Cola bound. 
The fleet best prepare itself for a person 
with sights set high and the talent to be 
the best. Godspeed my friend, and good 
luck. TAS. 

The Brigade: Sixth Company 



Commander Brian J. Barry 

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Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Marc H. Dalton 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Jennifer Culbertson 
Battalion Operations 

Robert P. Pignataro 
Battalion Adjutant 

Charles Ferguson 
Battalion Supply 

Ross C. Beaton 
Battalion Administration 

Linda M. Hunter 


The Brigade: Second Battalion 

Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Mark R. Broskevitch 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Christopher Thomassy 
Battalion Operations 

Mary E. Balch 
Battalion Adjutant 

Robert S. Hopkins 
Battalion Supply 

John L. Jenkins 
Battalion Administration 

Lee Anne Lambert 




The Brigade: Second Battalion 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Sandy MacMurtrie 
Company Sub Commander: Keith Holden 
Company Adjutant: Craig Burris 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Stephen Thompson 
Company Sub Commander: James Lelio 
Company Adjutant: Glen Campbell 

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The Brigade: Seventh Company 

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Row One: Mark Hernandez, Bruce 
Morris, Paul Fletcher, George 
Vassilakis, Zachary Scruton, Jeffrey 
Adams, Jon Elston, Colin Kane, Paul 
Pensabene Row Two: Douglas 
Moberg, Jeffrey Reagan, David Bon- 
dura, Roger Isom, William 
Blackstone, John Garcia, Juan 
Balboa, Timothy Tumelty, Matthew 
Bills, Gary Armstrong, Robert Thor- 
nhill, Kevin Brooks, George Meehan 
Row Three: Ricardo Gonzalez, 
Malcolm Wheatley, James Fon- 
tanella, Glenn Allen, Robert Gray, 
Erik Wright, Kevin Umbaugh, John 
Reuter, Timothy Hoke, Michael 


Row One: Peggy Bosnic, Karen 
West, Grace Stover, Christine James, 
Michele La Duca, Jane Kurtz, Piper 
Smith, Edward Sterling, James 
O'Farrel Row Two: George Capen, 
Rafael Curbelo, John Trower, James 
Harris, Patrick Herring, Scott 
Powers, Joseph Begley, Douglas 
Nekrasz, Vincent Zarasua, Gregory 
Wagner, Edward Gray, Benjamin 
Goodwin, Timothy McElligatt, 
Robert Lewis Row Three: Paul Zip- 
pel, Stephen Verner, Joseph Smith, 
Andrew Wilson, James Cooney, Ingar 
Grev, Norwin Fischer, Timothy Buff- 
ington, Jeffrey Tomlin, Jose Morales, 
John Kainer Not Shown: Leonard 


Row One: Tina Lawson, Tara 
Traynor, Christopher Rosen, Peter 
Jenkins, Steven Wood, Brian Hoyt, 
Michael Villegas, Ariel Soriano, Kara 
Flatley Row Two: Carla Meyers, 
Pamela Nolton, Joseph Czopek, 
Charles Sparks, Kevin O'Brien, Gregg 
Manazir, Stephen Liszewski, Kenn 
Knittel, Donald Osborn, Charles 
Gillum, Christian Cabaniss, Daniel 
Underwood, Charles Lovett, Michael 
Decker Row Three: Manuel Burgos, 
Gregory Eytchison, Donald D'An- 
drea, Scott Davids, Todd Carlson, 
James Lee, Michael Nikolich, Charles 
Simpson, David Springer, Joachim 
Cox, Brian Fitzell, James Foster, 
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The Brigade: Seventh Company 

Craig Burris we knew you 
could do it! We are super 
proud! Love, your family. 

Norman, thanks for these 
4 years. — We enjoyed 
while you endured. We'll 
always be here for support. 
Good Luck, Marine. With 
pride and Love, Mom 
and Dad. 

Ed Sullivan, 7th Co., from 
start to finish we have been 
proud of you on job well done. 
May God alv/ay s be your 
copilot. Love Mom, Dad, and 
all the family. 

With pride and admiration. 
Congratulations Tom Hearn 
and 7th Co. Love Mom, 
Grandma, Jackie, Bob, 
Diane, John, Rory, Daniel, 
Maryellen, RJ, Jeff, Ryan, 
Justin, and Missy. 

To 2LT Louis "Bing" Poore 
USMC; John, Drew, and the 
rest of '87 — Congrats and 
and best wishes! Veni, 
Vidi, Vinci! Mom, Dad, and 

With love and pride, we 
congratulate you, Tim 
Walter and the whole gang. 
Dana, Duane, and Glenn. 
Thanks for the memories! 
With love, Mom, Dad, Jeff. 

The Brigade: Seventh Company 


Craig Martin Burris 

Burrhead arrived here from Brown's 
Valley, a backroads little town north of 
Sacramento. We sure thought that he was 
one serious guy back in '84. Here was a 
person who seemed to rarely smile, and in- 
timidated everybody he met using those 
intense eyes. Burrhead though, turned out 
to be a fun loving guy. Once you got him 
talking about open country, cars, or life in 
general, he couldn't stop. 3 o'clock was 
always an early time for Craig to hit the 
rack after starting to study for EE at 
about 1! Of course, he always pulled out of 
those tough engineering classes by com- 
plaining his way to an excellent grade. But 
it was outdoors where Burrhead really 
shone. Fieldball was his main sport, and 
he made sure that the refs and other 
players knew that. Second class summer 
was wild but we lost him to Michelle soon 
after that. The Marine Corps has a stong 
Christian leader now, and his best friend 
wishes him the greatest luck in the future. 

Glen Scott Campbell 

Glen Campbell descended from the wild 
coast of Haines, Alaska to carry on his 
seafaring life for the Navy. Though he 
looked half Alaskan Huskie and half 
snowman, he carried awesome stats: first 
of his class of 31; a 6 foot, 220 pound 
basketball player; and the first to be ac- 
cepted from his area. He left behind his 
folks, Dale and Barbara, and his little 
brother, George. Beef, as he is affec- 
tionately known, enrolled in Mechanical 
Engineering before settling into a more 
General curriculum. Leaving 27th Com- 
pany after plebe year, he learned true 
leadership in 7th Company. Falling in 
quickly with the Butt Brothers, he was 
eventually weaned away from a lucrative 
managerial position on the Rugby team 
and to the more demanding company 
sports. A lady's man, he stole a heart each 
year, in a new area where his reputation 
was clean. Seriously, Beef was the most 
generous and gentle roommate a mid 
could ask for. DAW. 

Patricia Marie Corsello 

Patti came to USNA from the wilds of 
Jersey with a basketball in her hand and 
track shoes on her feet, which gave her a 
little trouble on hardwood floors. 
Youngster year, she abandoned the courts 
for open fields, then for wire wheels. Bet- 
ween two-hour runs and racquetball ses- 
sions, she props open her books with one 
hand and shoos away guys with the other. 
Still, she's never put all-nighters ahead of 
a night on the town, or friends who needed 
her. First semester first class year, she 
studied conduct offenses; second semester, 
she committed them — and inadvertently 
got caught. Now that she's out of hack, 
she's off for fun in the sun with CEC. We 
don't have to worry about Patty; we know 
she'll do well because wherever she goes, 
she'll always make friends, love, JAS, 
MEG. P.S. Patti, I will never forget you or 
the love we shared. I will always be there 
whenever you need a hug. Keep the faith! 

Rodrigo Matutina Dill 

Young Rod's conservative Atwood, Kan- 
sas upbringing is easily seen in his 
lifestyle. Not quite a mooch, he does like 
to wear other people's underwear and the 
combat boots he found in a garbage can. 
Truly progressive, he was always the first 
to blow his pay on clothes, listen to the 
Screaming Blue Messiahs, and totally 
trash a new vehicle. Rod endangered his 
flyboy career when he traded in his 
motocross bike for a tray to sled vertically 
on. Girls also constituted trouble. Between 
plebettes, married women, and 14 year 
olds; he has since sworn off all females. We 
like you Rod; that is why we left you 
behind when we drove to Ft. Lauderdale, 
but we'll still share a beer and a pool cue at 
Pete's with you, as long as the shirt stays 
on and the ripples are hidden. Fly high, 
hang low, ride fast, and stay ahead of your 

Jerry Keith Holden 

Keith came to the Academy with a 
positive outlook on life that couldn't be 
dampened, even by his plebe year room- 
mates; A Wild Puerto Rican & Mr. Sweat. 
In fact, he liked them so much, he took 
one roommate's future fiance' to a 
Christmas formal, and the other's sister 
for late walks on the beach. Keith's first 
"War Story" came off the flaming shores 
of Lebanon when he was three days in sick 
bay because of a flu vaccine. Youngster 
year found Keith and I with a lot in com- 
mon, industrious studying not one of 
them. Most of our time not taken up in 
full contact wrestling, was spent planning 
attacks on the total female populous as 
soon as we could get a car. Well the car 
finally came, and the girls at U of D will 
never be the same. Things change, and 
Keith has traded his Little Black Book for 
a diamond ring, and his Trans Am will 
soon have afterburners, so when I need 
some fire support I know he'll come 

Linda Marie Hunter 

Half-pint came to USNA from the thriv- 
ing metropolis of Oil City, PA. Linda is 
not the kind of person that would let this 
small town background, or her small size, 
slow her down, though. Remember 
Washington Week? She began plebe year 
as a walking bass drum in D&B, and then 
became a set of timpani with eyes. After 
this short period of drunken excess, she 
saw the light and changed to a more sane 
extra-curricular activity, Women's Crew. 
She will probably be the only coxswain in 
NWC history to carry 18 lbs. at the Vails. 
A math major, Half-pint can do anything 
with numbers, except please medical. She 
spent most of firstie year, after surviving a 
semester with Renzo, driving me crazy 
with her VW project. Thank-you, APL. A 
cryptologist on her way to Italy, Linda can 
expect more of the same success she has 
had here at Navy once she gets to the fleet. 
Good-luck, H.P., and keep knocking down 
those walls. LEH, PSB. 

James Francis Lelio 

Jim Lelio came to his new home from the 
boonies of New York, with the high hopes 
of being a tennis superstar. Once here, he 
decided to join a sport to fit his limp 
wristed life-style. One of his greatest ac- 
complishments at the Academy is the 
amount of time he logged in the rack. Jim 
is one mid that worships the blue magnet 
religiously. If he is not in the rack, he is 
trying to attract girls of all sizes. Once he 
meets girls, he has this problem of being 
"backed 15 yds and punted." In other 
words, he isn't seen with the same girl for 
very long, and it isn't by his own choice. 
He was with the "dutchboy-hairdo girl" 
for awhile, but they had conflicting naval 
goals when they graduated. Jim will 
always by remembered for his purple 
jacket, dumb jokes, and uncoordinated 
dancing (he thinks he's pretty smooth). 
All in all, he is not that bad of a guy, and 
we will all miss him, especially the person 
who wrote this. JDT. 

Robert Steele MacFarland 

Mac can best be described as innovative, 
coming up with wild ideas and keeping 
everyone around him in hysterics. Rob will 
be remembered for many things: Plebe 
year — that "special" attention received 
at comearounds from one certain "well- 
known" cheerleader. Youngster year 
-Haifa, Israel's stomach turning ex- 
perience, "Ralph" the spider plant, his 
talking desk, walking handstands, aerosol 
torching, and our combined QPR of 3.0. 
Second class year — his "unique" lovelife 
which was definitely a "risky business," 
and his innovative kite flying, a locust 
with Sigma Epsilon Chi, and his soon to 
be released book on "3-striper life." Rob 
will be missed by everyone, but mostly by 
me. Those late night chats, trying times, 
and great weekends make for a lasting 
friendship. One that distance will test, but 
never weaken. JKH. 


The Brigade: Seventh Company 

Dawn Helene Driesbach 

Dawn came to 7th Company from 
Frankfort, Ohio, after a fun-filled 
"freshman" year in Fabulous Fifteen. 
Upon arrival in Lucky Seven, she quickly 
proved to be a true friend, going out of her 
way to help us in time of need and 
desperation. Originally an Ocean-0, Dawn 
found Engine Math too trivial to bother 
with, so she switched to Phy. Sci. Skilled 
in volleyball and Softball, D.D. established 
herself as a relentless racquetball com- 
petitor. The pride of 2nd Battalion ate up 
the competition and picked on the guys 
for fun. Given that her favorite uniform 
cosists of Levi's and tennis shoes, Dawn's 
interests (other than studying) range from 
partying in cemeteries to scuba diving to 
dancing at various G-town clubs (my feet 
are still tired). The best lefty driver, she 
stopped only to refill her tank (Bartles-n- 
James don't count!) Everyone here will 
miss Dawn, but no one will miss her more 
than me. Good luck, but not Sayonara! 

Mary Ellen Green 

Meg came to USNA from Dahlgren, 
Virginia. Most people see Meg as being 
very quiet and studious, but to those of us 
who know her well, she is an outgoing, 
warm girl. Most of her free time is spent 
with her horses, her pleasure books, and 
the fencing team, of which she was 
manager for four years. As an English ma- 
jor, Meg put her fine reading and writing 
talents to great use, earning close to a 4.0 
each semester throughout her four years. 
Her scholarly abilities are not restricted to 
English, she is a wiz in every class at the 
academy, including EE (but one semester 
it gave her intense problems and caused 
her grade to sink to a "B"). Although most 
people at USNA are not too excited about 
serving on a grey ship, Meg is extremely 
anxious to become a surface warrior. Meg, 
thanks for being the best roomie in the 
world. Anyone who can put up with all the 
visitors I had is a saint. Good luck on 
AD44! Love you, PC. 

Thomas Patrick Hearn 

"Hearndog" came to the Boat School from 
the burrow of Pt. Pleasant, New Jersey, 
after a brief stint in Laredo, Texas. After a 
psychotic year on 7-4 with Kaiser and the 
boys, Tommy joined us in 7. Youngster 
year he resided where doves cry with a 
bedwetting roommate. They could often 
be found with hangers on their heads and 
tricks up their sleeves. Searching the far 
extremes of the Goucher Galaxy, Tommy 
finally found R2-D2, plunging later 
towards the Rosemonster at Second Class 
Army. First Class Army, on a desperate 
search for deer meat, Tommy would not 
relinquish his protective shower cap, even 
when he dropped in on the lounge, where 
he learned one of his many languages-jive. 
Throughout his four years, Tommy con- 
sidered crawling around with the Grunts, 
only to hear his true calling, Cryptology. A 
pleasant alternative for his dear mother, 
Chicky, and family. Good luck T. Hearn, 
your wit made our stay a lot easier. JJR 
and ECS. 

Leslie Ellen Hirko 

Giving up an opportunity to go to Party 
School, USA in her hometown of Chico, 
California, Leslie found a new home in 15. 
She spent much of her four years at the 
boathouse as the original "amby." While 

Cerfecting the art of abusing her body, she 
rought spirit and life to those long 
workouts. Youngster year brought Leslie 
down to 5-0. She then decided that the 
fountain pen was mightier than the 
keyboard, so off to Sampson she went. 
Second class year held a new roommate 
and a reputation to uphold. Untouched by 
Paradise Alley, Sarge ran the plebes as she 
learned in Mean Fifteen. All soon learned, 
call her anything else — but don't call her 
"sir." Firstie year came, as did chow 
packages (thanks, Mama). Being "too 
gungy for Quantico," Sarge opted for a 
career as a surface warrior and headed 
back to the west (best?) coast. Surface line 
is in for a pleasant surprise. They've cer- 
tainly gained one of Navy's best. Good 
luck, Joey. LMH.PSB. 

James Alexander 

Sandy came here after spending a year at 
Villanova, where he realized his true desire 
to be a humanities major. He spent plebe 
year in 33rd company. After working hard 
on his youngster cruise, Sandy showed up 
on 5-0 ready to fulfill the duties of a 
history major. He proved himself to be a 
motivated individual, going to Airborne 
school and being a company commander 
during plebe detail and academic year. He 
was a very dedicated member of OCF, a 
great guitar player, and was always willing 
to help others out. Along with RSM and 
JKH, Sandy always helped to make life in 
the hall more fun than it really was. We 
knew where his thoughts were, though. He 
was one of the few who found the girl of 
his dreams before becoming a mid. 
Thanks for being such a great friend and 
roommate all these years. May you have 
all the best in the USMC. WRM. 

William Robert Muscha 

Bill hailed from Fargo, North Dakota and 
spent his plebe year with the boys from 
Four, most notably John L., Dave S., and 
Mike H. After garnishing honors as the 
plebe chow-call scheduler, Bill bolted for 
cruise and eventually returned to his new 
niche in Mother B. — Seventh Heaven. In 
Lucky 7, Bill distinguished himself as an 
aero stud, a dedicated CCD teacher, a fine 
violinist, a Con Squad instructor, the First 
Class Ticket Coordinator, a great guy for 
K.H., R.M., and I to rumble, and an 
outstanding roommate. After graduation, 
Bill will put his aero ability to work as an 
NFO, and hopefully land in the space pro- 
gram. When I reminisce about "my 
Academy days," the first person who will 
come to mind will be my friend and room- 
mate, Bill Muscha. I don't think I'll ever 
forget Bill's warm, friendly, often 
mischievous grin, and his loyal friendship 
during the glory years of 7th Company. 
Thanks for everything, Bill, GO BISONS! 
Sandy. JAM. 

Laurie Musiek 

Laurie came to the academy from Mead- 
ville, PA, two years before us on the crest 
of a wave. As a member of the Class of '85, 
she was determined to become the best 
swimmer in Navy's history. Stroke after 
stroke, she drowned her competition until 
Lejeune ran out of wall space to hang her 
awards. But this little mermaid was soon 
mesmerized by King "Bill" Neptune. With 
engagement planned, Laurie left USNA to 
become a household landlubber. Deciding 
there were better fish in the sea, the 
engagement sank and Laurie returned to 
the academy to become a member of the 
best class. Her decision gave the 7th com- 
pany a chance to get to know the real 
Laurie. She learned to party with the best 
of us, even though her quarter never found 
the shot glass. We will always remember 
your great personality and the Musiek 
"smile." Best of luck to you and Angelo in 
the future. Reach for the stars and you will 
find happiness. The best class "85N2." 

The Brigade: Seventh Company 


Louis Edward Poore 

Bing came straight to our beloved 
academy from Slidell, Louisiana. After a 
brief stint with Dru, Daff, and the boys in 
33, Lou joined us in 7A. Being one of Al's 
boys, Bing enjoyed many experiences 
throughout his running career: the brawl 
with Ron before Army, the pie at Mar- 
quette, and the unexpected call from Mom 
at Ron's house. Bing's success on the track 
brought him eight N stars. Louie was not 
as successful with the conduct officer, as 
youngster year saw 32k, and many days in 
jail (which went faster than expected). 
Bing learned no lessons though, as many 
late Saturday's were spent racing back for 
taps after a lost night in G-town. First 
class year saw Lou hitting the streets of 
D.C. again, mostly to visit Susanne. Mom, 
Dad, and Chris supported Bing every step 
of the way, even when he became a 
Jarhead. Louie is off towards Quantico, 
and the Marine Corps will never know 
what hit them. JJR. 

Fred Eugene Redling 

Fred, you should come out of your four 
year catatonic sleep in time to read this. 
We know that the more you doze the less 
time you spend here. Hey, you are the only 
mid to ever wear a hole in his rack. If we 
count your time awake, you're still a plebe. 
Face facts Fred, Debbie's dream to 
domesticate you — WAKE UP; IT'S 
REAL!! No car from your loan, noooo, you 
had to get furniture! At least you only 
have to run a mile to get to your apart- 
ment. It will take a mountain of soda cans 
to get ticket fare to Hawaii for you both. 
You'll still be hoarding them under your 
rack at flight school. We just want to know 
if you'll retire to be a chef or a bartender. 
With Deb's home cooking, and your 
bartending degree, you could open a great 
mid hangout in five years. It's not so far 
off, the time will probably fly by like a 
forgotten dream. Luck in marriage (who 
me?), from the singles. DAW, RMD. 

John Joseph Ribera 

"Bito" came to the Academy from the 
Northern California hamlet of Belmont. 
After an uneventful plebe year, John mov- 
ed to 7A, where he began to count calories. 
During commissioning week youngster 
year, John bought a rear loading Personal 
Computer. At the beginning of second 
class year, John got friendly with the 
natives, and even aliens such as Darth 
Vader. Second semester was confusing for 
John, first he went south looking for the 
ultimate donut, only to come back to D.C. 
and see the panic of 86: his Ring Dance 
date, "Stretch." Much to Shirley & Ernie's 
delight, John persevered and got his letter 
in track. First class cruise saw John in 
Hawaii establishing a beach head and lear- 
ning from CG-29 his true vocation: NAVY 
AIR. During first class year John's service 
contract on his personal computer was 
renewed. Academically Bito survived the 
Rocket and Mech E. Bito you've been a 
great friend, Good luck. ECS, TPH. 

Dana Dale Ruge 

Dana came to the lovely eastern coast 
from the mountains of Central City, 
Nebraska (pop.: a couple three thousand). 
He entered the 21st company only to 
become all too familiar with a squash ball, 
and the fun times of plebe summer. As a 
plebe, Dana chose the almighty math ma- 
jor right from the beginning. He knew 
what to pick — after all, he had to get his 
rank high enough to be able to select 
special operations . . .oops, surface nuc. 
After the scramble, Dana was thrown in 
with two people who had almost the same 
name. This was purely by chance, since his 
name was Ruge — that's "ROOGEE, sir." 
Well, as the years passed on, Dana and his 
friend Archibald amazed us all. Dana had 
this uncanny attraction for black things, 
and certain innate abilities like consump- 
tion while lying down, instant SWO dad- 
dy, and pseudo brigade striper. What did 
he do anyway? For someone who likes to 
drive in the median, SLMF. JAW. 

Stephen Matthew Thompson 

Steve came to USNA from the badlands of 
Wyoming, with a winning personality, a 
cheerful smile, and a desire to learn. Learn 
what: that Virginia isn't for lovers, the 
Philippines are, that "trolling" has 
nothing to do with fishing, that there 
aren't any foreigners at the Canadian 
Club; it's just a place where people talk 
funny and the chairs move (roll?), that if 
you scream "BRUUUCE"! loud enough 
from the 13th row, you can't drive safely. 
After 4 years, those of us who know you 
still have some unanswered questions: 
does the "Birthday" on your license read 
"N6T5?" Exactly how did you end up with 
friends named Tobes, Wally, Beef, and 
Roundman? Where Is Jackson's Hole? 
Seriously, be proud of your ac- 
complishments — Pistol Ail-American, 
Company Commander, Airborne — as we 
are proud of them too. We know you'll do 
well in P-Cola, as you always have. Take 
care, friend, and we'll see you in Wally 
World (if the Mustang can make it!). MAT 

John Daniel Titus 

John comes from one of those exits on the 
Jersey Turnpike. Though you probably 
already have a bad feeling about him, it 
shouldn't stick. After a brief stint in 18th 
Company, John is the first to tell you he's 
the most squared away person around — 
he'll then continue to tell you about his 
"GQ-doo" and his $20,000-plus status 
symbol that he's trying to keep payments 
on. His personality is as slick as his 'fro, 
and this is the main reason to keep him 
from your fiancee. Yes he has had some 
problems in this area which he shrugs off 
as, "a girl with a stone just hasn't met me 
yet . . ." This is a minor problem however, 
if you consider taking him out on the 
town. In the middle of the night John loses 
control of all bodily functions. It has got- 
ten so bad over the years, that he has pass- 
ed this trait on to his Firstie roomie, 
"Sponge." For John, USNA was just a 
stepping stone. As he says, "I'm getting 
primed!!!" JFL. 

James Anthony Walter 

Jim, better known as Wally, came to the 
Academy from Warren, New Jersey, via 
the turnpike. Sweet 16 initially protected 
his gullibility, but this ended upon enter- 
ing the elite 7. His alphabetical roomies 
soon taught him the ways of the world, 
creating a monster. From the camper in 
Pennsylvania, to the rooms of York, Sweet 
Briar, and Bucknell, Jim's presence was 
felt. His wisdom and experience even had 
its place in the hall. It was only ap- 
propriate that his favorite possession and 
trademark was his blue '69 Corvette. 
Countless hours were spent each night 
discussing weekend "results." But then 
why should we math majors use study 
hours effectively? Jim's 3 year commit- 
ment to the corps was finally overshadow- 
ed by the lust for money and the dream of 
"glowing" in the dark. At least you chose 
surface! We've had a lot of good times 
together and many more to come. Enjoy 
the "long" Nuke deployments. SLMF. 

Duane Allen Walters 

So how's that saying go, "Large butt, 
warm heart?" Something like that. Bucky, 
you're an enigma. Who else would drive 
1300 miles each way to see a "friend" for 
the weekend? Golly Gee, we've had so 
much fun in 4 years by the sea, it's only 
too bad we can't talk about what really 
happened. Don't worry, Tom and Shirley, 
we didn't corrupt him. But seriously, 
Duane, you haven't changed much. 
(What's a few pounds and some hair bet- 
ween friends, hmm?) Hey, you survived 
Mech E, and for what, to bore holes in the 
ocean? You think maybe the skipper'U 
sacrifice a MK 48 for all your CD's? Can 
bubble-heads party? Can you say, "saves 
money?" Yeah, until you pull in to P.I. 
You've done pretty well for a guy who ab- 
solutely hates this place. What can we say 
to a guy who just won't get engaged, 
despite all the Congrats? Good luck, and 
God speed, RMD & GSC. 


The Brigade: Seventh Company 

Stephen Ruggirello 

Ruggs came to the Academy from Hun- 
tington, LI via NAPS. He got on easy 
street starting Plebe Summer by blowing 
out his knee. He stayed on it to the end. 
He played Lax for a few years, then traded 
in his cleats for brew. We can't decide who 
corrupted whom. Ruggo played the entire 
outfield at the wiffleball tourney because 
Helmet (aka Helen Keller) got moved 
from shortstop to the outfield for a few er- 
rors. Our livers got pickled that weekend. 
They've been pickled ever since. Who 
could forget second class summer: the 
Marines at Groton, the stewardess and 
Whemo's nose in Pensacola, and Ocean 
City. Ruggo was destined for Pensacola 
especially after getting his '86 944. For 
some odd reason, he thought the speed 
limit on 301 was 135 mph. But then again 
Ruggo was always one for speed. He was 
famous for his personal services — no line 
and the haircuts were better than the 
barber shop's. We had some great times. 
Keep in touch. Hogie & Whemo. 

Jeffrey Scott Shirk 

Jeff Shirk was transported here from 
Balto in the back seat of his parents' car. 
After he finished partying, "Shekter 
style," the night before, he left his parents 
an unexpected present all over the back 
seat on the way to his new home. Jeff has 
many code names that are used by his 
friends and admirers. He insists that he is 
known by his admirers as TM, but his 
friends know that Jeff needs EI in this 
category. Shector is always known to score 
heavily with the "good looking girls." 
Some of his most impressive scores have 
been the likes of the human bottle opener 
and most are above one and a half bells. 
One contributing factor to his success is 
his diet of barley and oats before going 
out. Jeff is the one man freak show in the 
company that will be missed by everybody, 
especially by the boys in 7A. JDT. 

Patrick Sullivan Stauch 

"Sponge" came to the Naval Academy 
from Falls Church, Virginia, where he ex- 
celled in soccer. Claiming that he escaped 
plebe year without being a plebe, he decid- 
ed to join the corps of company 7A. He let- 
tered all four years with the soccer team 
and was voted team captain for his final 
and best season. He leaves with memories 
of just sticking to the story, numerous 
parking violations, missing the M.O. to 
New London, and living free of Mother B. 
His friends will never forget mess night 
and port wine, his waterless shower, 
endless mail, "think it'll fit," writing 40 
pages for papers in three days, a 2.7 QPR 
through osmossis, messages to call Janice, 
and his buddy at Griffins. Pat has been a 
great roommate and friend. I wish him 
well at P-Cola, and the rest of his career. 

Edward Charles Sullivan 

After a brief stay in Newport, Rhode 
Island, Sully joined us at the boat school. 
Following a rigorous stint in Seventeen, 
Ed found happiness in 7A. Sully also 
found happiness in New London during 
second class summer, right before Brian 
quenched his thirst. Second class year 
kept Ed busy, after prime time he wrote 
lots of letters, parted the Red Sea, and still 
found time to babysit at Killington. Sec- 
ond class year also saw the birth of the 
Texas Tremmer as we now know it. First 
class summer saw Sully contribute to 
California's pollution problem, let alone 
Shirley's iron cord. First class summer in 
the South of France, he hit paydirt. 
Charlie and Barbara were always suppor- 
tive, and the food wasn't bad either. Sully, 
good luck with Navy air, you've made it a 
fun ride. JJR and TPH. 

Jason Dutming Wong 

Jason, Duthing (Da'thing), came to USNA 
from Fresno, CA, via TAD in Seattle. 
After plebe year, and an awakening sum- 
mer of sailing, Jason found himself in 
Seventh Heaven. Soon thereafter, he was 
granted the eternal title of "Duthing" by 
mutual consent of his Senator and room- 
mates. Jason began youngster year with a 
burning desire to excell as a systems ma- 
jor. However, the fire nearly flamed out by 
the end of second class year. Duthing 
found rack, finances, and order versus 
disorder more important than gectorizing. 
Jason found another distraction, of the 
female type, about Christmas of first class 
year, whereupon his financial interests 
quickly turned to financial troubles. 
Despite his less than sweat attitude, and 
legal blindness, Duthing managed to get 
his NFO billet. Jason, we will miss your 
smiling face, interesting perspective, and 
ability to laugh at the stupidest jokes. 
Remember us, and don't forget those 
things of eternal value-Burrhead. 

The Brigade: Seventh Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: John Wilson, Timothy Bonn, John Bramble, Clifford Blumenberg, John Wanebo, Timothy Rayner, John Met- 
zger, Jennifer Culbertson, Michaele Laforge Row Two: Howard Merritt, Gregory Stefanon, Patrick Gallop, Scott Leach, 
Christopher Thomassy, John Sledgianowski, Paul Lewis, Marshall Brown, Charles Casson, Thaddeus Kuziela, Lawrence 
Britt, Donald Robbins Row Three: John Fuller, Kenneth Ross, Roland Towers, Robin Stewart, Demetrius Flewellen, 
Robert Hopkins, Joan Rangitsch, Scott Quinn, Stephen Teeple, Douglas Hines 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Charles Casson 
Company Sub Commander: Thaddeus Kuziela 
Company Adjutant: John Metzger 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: John Metzger 
Company Sub Commander: Paul Lewis 
Company Adjutant: Douglas Hines 

LT Bruce Grooms 

The Brigade: Eighth Company 


The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Douglas Hull, William 
Doney, Eric Kukanich, Kenneth 
Cooper, Steven Gall, David Kaufman, 
Thomas Cleary, Jon Quimpo, 
Richard Culp Row Two: Louis 
Adissi, Christopher Cook, Robert 
Joralemon, Rodney Mills, Todd 
Kiefer, Edward Chow, Joseph Abaya, 
John Eichelberger, David Edgecomb, 
James Cubbage Row Three: 
Christopher Verdoni, Patrick Porter, 
Daniel Haas, James Burgum, Cordell 
Harris, Michael Zimmerman, 
Thomas Base, Greg Jones, Timothy 
Heatherington Not Shown: Daniel 
Altomare, Kennon Artis, Albert 
Ferro, Daniel Hurdle 


Row One: Loyd Rhiddlehoover, 
Catherine Masar, Heather Purvis, 
Orin Clay, William Ipock, John 
Lowrie, Nathan Beltz, Robert Velez, 
Mac Mera Row Two: Yessic 
Spencer, Ronald Kimberling, Rita 
Tauber, Reginald Howard, Kenneth 
Harris, William Filan, James Godwin, 
Robert Priest, Eric Buenviaje, Heidi 
Reinard, Nora Huml, Anthony Cox, 
Paul Basile Row Three: Richard 
Hulit, Evan Dash, Matthew Sturges, 
Stephen Hackforth, Brant Brockett, 
Brian Montgomery, William Moyer, 
Matthew Ungerleider, Christopher 
Schafer, Emil Peoples, Denise Shorey 
Not Shown: Kevin Stafford 


Row One: John MacDonald, Brian 
Cavanaugh, William Bogan, Gregory 
Olson, Jon Olson, Joseph Daugherty, 
Terrence Fritz, Patrick Cronin, Dar- 
rin Guillory Row Two: Richard 
Boughton, Jerome Conner, Michael 
Gabriel, Matthew Polk, Joseph 
Solomon, Gregory Colandrea, Troy 
Jackson, Andrew Cook, Derek Frasz, 
Ronaldo Solomon, Timothy Keller, 
Samuel Pettus, Gerald Roy, Spencer 
Crispell Row Three: Gary Owens, 
Pete Nannini, Jeffrey Krusling, Joel 
Fantz, David Duff, Lee Pantas, 
Thomas Arbaugh, Theodore Scypin- 
ski, John Quinn, William Muir, 
Douglas Walker, George Franz Not 
Shown: Kevin Flynn, Robert 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 

The Brigade: Eighth Company 


Larry, life is not having 
and getting but being and 
becoming. Congratulations! 
Love, Mom, Dad and Family. 

Congratulations John-John 
Number one son. 
Love, Dad. 

We're proud of you, Tim! 

Your joy is shared in your 
dream come true. You have 
the wings of an eagle. 
Isaih 40:31. We love you, 
Roland Towers, Mom, Dad, 
and all your family. 

Prayers are answered. You 
have the ball, now run with 
it. Congratulations, Paul, it's 
been a long but short four 
years plus one. 

John Fuller, we are very 
proud of you as you enter 
the service of our nation 
as a naval officer. All of 
us congratulate you and 
love you. Mom, Dad, 
Thomas and Duane. 

Our gift from God is a 
child no more. Freely 
donning a warrior's garb 
he commits his life to 
sustain freedom. We love 
him and are very proud. 

To Cliff Blumenberg, 8th 
Co. and Class of '87 — all 
our love. From Mom, Dad, 
Ellen, and Karl. 

Well done Class of '87. We 
are so proud, Don. May God 
continue to guide in your 
future Navy endeavors. "If 
I take the wings of the 
morning and dwell in the 
uttermost part of the sea, 
even there your hand will 
lead me and your right 
hand hold me fast." Psalms 
139:8-9. Love, The Robbins 
Congratulations to you 
both, Mike 'n' John — now 
you can smile again! 
Love, Mom, Dad and Jackie. 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 


Clifford Andrew Blumenberg 

Cliff, a man of many talents: electrical 
engineer, navy pilot, regimental opera- 
tions officer, lacrosse player, knight in 
shining armor, Blumenberg company car- 
toonist, best man, music buff, and most 
important of all: the best friend a guy 
could ever have. Cliff arrived in Annapolis 
out of Elmont Memorial High School of 
Elmont, New York. He spent plebe year in 
"Mean Fifteen," and it was there that his 
qualities were molded into the person he is 
today. After being scrambled, Cliffs next 
stop was in Eighth Company. There he 
made a large number of good friends in- 
cluding his most trusted buddy, me. Dur- 
ing our three years together, he kept his 
mind off of his sweetheart, Debbie, by 
thrashing me at darts and dragging me off 
to work out. The Army games, polar bear- 
ing, the "ski trip," the late nights, all will 
be remembered. Cliff, you'll be missed by 
many, including myself. Good luck and 
cover your six! JMB. 

Timothy Alan Bonn 

Beak came to the boat school from Aloha, 
Oregon looking to change the world. As 
the magic age of 21 approached, Tim's in- 
terests turned from crew to wine, women, 
and whisky sours. A chance meeting in 
Dahlgren youngster year led to countless 
good times "in the fastlane" of Baltimore. 
1985 proved very entertaining, including 
"memorable?" times at the Rosslyn 
Westpark and the mysterious Olga in 
Philly. Spring break 1986 demonstrated 
T-bone's love for Tequila shots. Tim's 
greatest talent, however, was his unerring 
ability to find a free meal any time of the 
day or night. This guy has lent a new 
dimension to the word frugality. He even 
got his "money's worth" in San Diego. 
First class year brought Tim "regular" 
status at the Ram's Head and a new main 
squeeze. By going nuc surface, he has 
assured himself the best of both worlds. 
Good luck in the fleet buddy, and don't 
crack your head on a desk. MBB. 

John Michael Bramble 

Mike came to Navy from Severna Park, 
via Kiski Prep. He was a killer duck for a 
while. Br followed Bl , making us roomies 
and beginning a strong friendship and 
trust that has grown for three years. I 
learned I could count on him when it mat- 
tered. I always knew Mike would listen to 
my problems and return with what he tru- 
ly felt was best for me. Memories: 
perimeters, "Darts for Stronger Arms," 
teaching me hoops, Pete, and our cruise to 
Spain. Buddy, it makes me sad to realize 
we are parting ways. Of all those I know 
who are leaving this institution to enter an 
even more demanding one, I'm most cer- 
tain you and Karrie are right for each 
other. These years have shown me that 
you two shouldn't be apart. It may be dif- 
ficult, but if you display a fraction of the 
friendship, trust, and kindness you've 
shown me, I'm sure you will rise to it. I'm 
proud to be your friend. We have to find a 
way to keep in touch. Congratulations and 
good luck! 

Lawrence Francis Britt 

Larry comes from that great town of Port 
Jefferson on the Island only to meet his 
roommate G-dog on I-day and has since 
roomed with him all 4 years at the 
Academy. Larry and Gal formed their own 
diving team youngster year but it was off 
the Severn River bridge. Larry, who was 
known to work hard on cleaning his room 
for formal inspections, on 2 for 7 night 
stripped the floor without the use of 
manufactured products. L.B. thought the 
USNA curriculum was not sufficient so he 
substituted it with Ludlum and Personal 
magazines. After 4 years at the Academy 
he still has trouble distinguishing between 
regulations and liberty. L.B. is an avid 
supporter of James Webb's philosophy on 
women in the Academy. L.B. will bring his 
attitudes into his Naval career and he will 
be a great Navy pilot. 

John Vincent Fuller 

From Holly: BooBoo, gotta love that bush 
combed forward to expose the healthy 
ears. Baby Hulk without legs. Silent but 
deadly. Fire finder. Cleanest chicken 
bones in the world. "I've got to go to the 
bathroom." Feet that go every which-a- 
way. Nose guard on basketball court. 
"He's so cute!" Smurf King. "Let's watch 
cartoons!" Hatchet hands. Pez. Could 
start an earthquake with the snap of a 
finger. Next to Vince, the most z-ful. One 
of the boys, now and forever. From Nug- 
gett: BooBoo, we've had a good one. 
Seems like yesterday when The Rust Crew 
began our reign at Navy. It would have 
been impossible to make it through 
without you. Grandpa Mac, Papa E and 
Uncle Jake would be proud. It's not over 
yet, we'll always hoox Gans and dish lining 
to weakmas. Diego will be live, as will L.B. 
Remember, togetherness is a state of 
mind, therefore, I'll always be there. 
Thanx to Mom, Dad, my brothers, the 
fellas and Maria. 

Patrick Joseph Gallop 

Gal started plebe year with a bit less than 
a full head of hair but has helped 
popularize the immortal Bruce Willis look. 
The Duke Space Shuttle has had an in- 
teresting career since arriving at USNA 
youngster year. Five moving violations 
and one engine later, the shuttle has been 
renamed the Challenger II in an effort to 
fulfill his need for speed. Academics was 
never one of Pat's fortes, one of his 
favorite quotes being "If books were 
weights, I'd have a 4.0." Although Gal was 
never a proficient swimmer, he is one of 
the founding members of the Severn River 
Bridge Diving Club. Gal, whose behavior 
has been noted as unorthodox, has taken 
to opening doors with his fist. Gal also im- 
mortalized the infamous quote "a little 
drinking, a little night life, a little romance 
. . ." All seriousness aside, we wish Gal 
good luck in the fleet and with his next 
stock option. LB, SL, DR, TK. 

Douglas Michael Hines 

Doug came here with a ten dollar bill in his 
pocket; he still has it. His generosity is ap- 
parent in bars with his friends; he's always 
willing to buy if his friends have money. 
He's great to invite home, if you remind 
him to bring his wallet and leave the 
burgers at school. His black sock look has 
become the latest fad, along with Goat 
shirts. A former valedictorian, Doug is the 
ultimate sweat about his 3.98; he stayed at 
USNA the first two weekends of each 
semester to do all his papers. Doug chose 
the dark, underwater career to share his 
genius, but we wonder if "dinero" wasn't a 
factor. Hopefully, this won't interfere with 
his love for women and the fanciful tales 
he shared every Sunday night. Doug is 
very kind and thoughtful and takes the 
criticism we give him in the humor that is 

Robert Scot Hopkins 

Scot comes from Fairfax, Virginia, a town 
so rich that the "poor trash" are the ones 
who drive Volvos. Hoppy always knows a 
good deal when he sees one. He bought a 
used car (he always did like older things), 
got a girlfriend who made more money 
than he did, and went submarines. More 
dear to his heart than any good deal, 
though, is a dark room with a faint smell 
of ozone and a good computer. Unfor- 
tunately, he spent so much time playing 
games that his grades never reflected his 
computer brilliance. Whether he was sink- 
ing Kirovs in Navtag, obliterating dwarves 
in the Barbarian Kingdom, or bashing in 
the heads of enemy archers, Scot has 
always given his all. Although he might be 
a bit too tall, we all wish him good luck 
and know that he will do well wherever he 
goes. JVM. 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 

Marshall Brent Brown 

Marshall, a true Texan, had an eventful 
year in the Deuce Co. A separated 
shoulder and two Ac. Boards contributed 
to good times. Youngster year brought 
Disco D and a Baltimore red head. That 
summer he got to know a babysitter in a 
BMW. Second class year Downtown did 
his part for the Army exchange, taking 
two Woops on Friday night libs. After two 
bottles, they got a personal escort from St. 
John's police. Not to be deterred, MB im- 
proved USNA-St John's relations. He still 
gets nervous when someone whistles "Dix- 
ie." At the '86 CAA hoops tournament, 
MB decided to push the rented red 
Renault to the limit. He managed to get a 
ticket for 70 in a 20 mph zone. He later 
met Kathryn, who has figured into his ac- 
tivities ever since. First class year as a Pla- 
toon Commander, MB could usually be 
found in his jeep, at Rutgers, watching 
hoops, or at the Ram's Head. MB departs 
for a SWO career in San Diego. Good luck 
buddy. CEC. 

Charles Edward Casson 

The Assassin, from Lancaster, Mass., 
distinguished himself Plebe year as a "wild 
man." Third Class year Chuck emerged as 
a true partier. Goucher will long remember 
his twister moves. A M.O. to Del introduc- 
ed CC to Jose Cuervo and ended his 
allegiance to hard liquor. Escorted to his 
room by a LT and a CDR, he still avoided 
a fry. Charles enjoyed Spring Break '86 at 
USNA. Late in the year Chuck met Amy, a 
relationship that has become an impor- 
tant part of his life. Cruise took CC to Ti- 
juana. "Dos Carta Blancas por favor" is 
still the deepest statement in his Spanish 
vocab. This request was often heard at 
staff meetings in the Ram's Head. Chuck 
possesses a fine sense of direction, 
everyone comes home from DC via 
Baltimore. He has potential as a future 
USNA movement officer. A great Com- 
pany Commander, CC promoted interser- 
vice relations with a fall trip to Colorado. 
Good luck in the nuclear navy buddy, hap- 
py hunting. MBB. 

Jennifer Culbertson 

Jenn arrived at the Naval Academy from 
King George, Virginia, Land of the Cows. 
Considering such auspicious origins, she 
had the gumption to try to make boats 
float. She discovered, however, that mak- 
ing boats float was not her greatest 
challenge; her challenge was not being 
known as Jenni NMN. Despite this little 
setback, Jennifer conquered and became a 
Trident Scholar. Her only problems now 
are Duty Petty Officers and parking spots. 
She does, however, graciously thank 
VGEPers and Color Company members. 
In all seriousness, though — I won't men- 
tion a bar in Sigonella — Jenn knows what 
she wants. She's a SWO. Presently, Jenn 
is on the breaking edge of sonar dome 
design, and I've no doubts that she'll one 
day achieve her dream of designing the 
yacht that will win the America's Cup. We 
all wish Jennifer the best of luck. May she 
always have fair winds and following seas! 

Demetrius Lynn Flewellen 

Mr. Dog, The Dog Monster, Mr. Bark, 
Double D, MD, Bark Monster, The 
Snooze Dog. What can be said that hasn't 
been summed up by his nicknames? Well, 
he's the first gjy I've ever met named 
Demetrius, and also the first who was ac- 
tually a Boy Scout and Sea Cadet. Truly, 
Mr. Dog is a breed apart. And like any 
breed of hound, Lynn enjoys his rest. In 
fact, I think his list of preferences is: sleep, 
computers, sleep, Cosby show, sleep, and 
food. I'll remember my roommate of three 
years as the epitome of laid-back Califor- 
nia cool. I have yet to see him get really 
mad about something. Although he got 
beat up by the academic stick his first few 
semesters here, he never complained, but 
stuck with it. Years from now his comic 
books will be mouldering in an attic and 
his pet computer will be on a shelf in 
Goodwill, but Lynn will be the same as 
always, Mr. Chilled and the best friend a 
guy could have. Tear 'em up in the fleet, 
Bark Monster! HFM. 

Thaddeus John Kuziela 

This relic from the fleet had an up and 
down career at the Academy. From a 
shaky start plebe year to the high rank of 
8th Company Sub-Commander. Still 
waiting to hear from Ed McMahon and 
the Clearinghouse Sweepstakes, the old 
man from the sea made a big catch on a 
fishing trip to Delaware only to have the 
fish jump out of the boat. Ted is a finan- 
cial wizard who keeps VISA and Master- 
card in business and anyone who crosses 
his path is destined for Econonic Sanc- 
tions. Kuzi learned the terrors of N.J. 
while sporting his new, freshly waxed 
Monte Carlo SS around scenic Alcyon 
Lake only to have his car requisitioned by 
the Camden Connection. All joking aside, 
Ted has been like a father to us in the 8th 
Company and many thanks are extended 
to him for keeping many of us out of trou- 
ble on our way to an enjoyable stay here at 
the Academy. SL, PG, DR, LB. 

Michaele LaForge 

True to her heritage, the former Hatch 
Chili Queen never satisfied her desire for 
Mexican meal, tobasco, or Taco Bell bur- 
ritos. In an instant, she'd down her refried 
beans — or offer them if you seemed 
hungry. Plebe summer we rescued her 
from crew and made her a cross country 
stud. Her knees gave way (basketball in- 
jury) so she graced the golf and sailing 
teams with her talents. We won her back 
for the finale. Michaele can't be beat: the 
fastest car, the best racquetball game, the 
most defined muscles. She can conquer 
any soul wrestling. The coolest clothes and 
most progressive music — she topped us 
all. Her adventuresome spirit kept us on 
our toes. Who knows? Without you we'd 
have been stripers. Navy Air gets one of 
the best. Watch out, Gretchen. However 
far we stray, our friendship will be true. 
You have a great life ahead. We'll see you 
driving a white Porsche to the course; 
maybe we'll have time for RT. We love 
you. Bye! 

Scott Charles Leach 

Goat hailed from Pitman, New Jersey via 
the Marine Military Academy hoping to 
be a pilot and fly jets. He started his career 
with a stellar academic performance in the 
14th Company plebe year. After the 
scramble, we came together here in the 
polar bear company. He was sort of 
USNA's answer to HULK HOGAN. Goat 
would never pass up a challenge to wrestle 
in any of the Annapolis and Philadelphia 
hotels. He was always the model midship- 
man, too worried about weekends to get 
into any trouble. Aside from his wrestling 
forays, Goat is pretty much a non-hostile 
person so don't think he means anything if 
he throws a beer on you. It's felt here that 
Goat missed his calling, he should've gone 
to modeling school to pose for the brown- 
eyed special. Goat, it's been a long four 
years, good luck in P-Cola and stay away 
from fighting the Algonquin Indians like 
your grandfather. TK, PG, DR, LB. 

Paul Christopher Lewis 

Arriving from Cherry Hill, NJ via NAPS, 
third class year found PC rooming with 
SL & TK & NavArc taking up all of his 
time to shower . . . thus "Stinky." Having 
enough of the x-dog clan, second class year 
saw PC moving in with CT & JW. Admit- 
ting defeat, Paul dropped up to CompSci 
only to drop down to PhySci months later. 
Army/Navy found him in U.K. — 
fingerless gloves with peppermint 
mouthwash. Each holiday found PC 
spending his last $ (and T's last $) trying 
to see T. An expert on MAC flights. It only 
took a few trips for T to realize that he 
was Navy's BMOC (wink) and the Yank 
for her. Guys became blokes and beer 
wasn't good enough unless dark & 
microwaved. First class year brought T to 
the US and a balanced check book. He 
gave her everything: love, money, and the 
Laser (which she drove like a WWII vin- 
tage jeep). Shakespeare once said, "The 
course of true love never did run smooth." 
These two are living proof. Looks like fun 

The Brigade: Eighth Company 


Howard Franklin Merritt 

How arrived at the Academy from Hern- 
don, Virginia. Actually he's lived all over. 
Two of his favorite places are Boston and 
Monterey, California, where unbeknown 
to us at the time we graduated from rival 
high schools. Being How's roommate for 
three years, I've come to appreciate his in- 
terests which include the David Letter- 
man show, Michelle LaForge, and music. 
To expound on his musical interest, How 
owned tapes when he arrived at USNA. 
Now at just 9 weeks to graduation, that 
number is up to 144. This reminds me, 
How loves to spend money. One of his best 
sayings is, "Money is happiness — and 
you can never have enough happiness." 
How's goal is to visit all the Disney parks. 
He's been to Disneyland in California and 
Japan so all that remains for him is 
Disneyland, France and Disneyworld, 
Florida. He majored in English, and now 
he's off to the Supply Corps. Best of luck 
in the fleet Howard! DLF. 

John Vernon Metzger 

Ger comes across deceptively as a quiet, 
sensitive person until you ask about his 
.44 Magnum, France, the Marine Corps or 
the best state in the US, Wisconsin. When 
not simulating the park bench sleeping 
position with the Post, Ger can be found at 
the Ram's Head, Pete's, or the 
Georgetown waterfront casually repriman- 
ding girls in French. Ger is known for jum- 
ping into paths of speeding buses while 
demonstrating complex moves from 
youngster wrestling. All kidding aside, 
John is one of the few people I know who 
is genuine to the core. I can honestly say 
that his determination and motivation 
have grown since he came here. He speaks 
from the heart. One of the best things is 
you always know where he stands on 
everything from the fall of Rome to why 
Mids are at the Academy. I admire him 
and have learned more about myself 
because of him. John is destined to do 
great things. I wish him all the luck in the 
world. Semper Pi. RSH. 

Scott Wayne Quinn 

Quinnie came to us from Forked River, 
New Jersey. Scott tells everyone he lives 
on the Shore, but I've been to his house 
and the nearest sand and body of water is 
five miles away and it's a creek. From 
plebe year to first class year, Scott excelled 
at powerlifting and won many awards. 
Scott stayed on the powerlifting team un- 
til first class year when he had a Major 
confrontation which caused him to leave 
the team and join company sports, at 
which he also excelled. First class year, 
Scott decided that after three long years of 
hard work it was time to relax, and relax 
he did. You've seen a paper weight, well 
Scott became the perfect Bed- 
spreadweight. On the weekend, Quinnie 
could not be found at USNA unless it was 
beyond his control. Instead he would go 
home to visit his family and the appen- 
dage, Karen. I wish Scott and Karen the 
best of luck in the future and may God 
always be with them. Oh, and let's not 
forget S.W., Jr. SMT. 

Joan Marie Rangitsch 

Although Joanie came here as Wyoming's 
"Athlete of the Year" and Kemmerer's 
valedictorian, her volleyball career at 
USNA was soon spiked and her grades 
followed suit. However, she became one of 
Navy's finest hurdlers and reigned as cap- 
tain during her last track season. What's 
more, her grades kept improving after she 
became a true scientist — no more com- 
puter stuff! Joanie's social life consisted of 
People Magazine, Washington Post Com- 
ics, plain M&M's, and Nacho Cheese 
Doritos, until she met her true love in the 
form of a varsity goalkeeper from St. 
Louis. Since then, junk food encounters 
have become less frequent and weekend 
excursions much more exciting. Joanie, 
you've tolerated a lot as my roommate 
over the last three years — the parties, the 
men, the booze, my insipid record collec- 
tion and, above all, my messiness. Thanks 
for your support, your comfort, and your 
shoulder when I needed it. See you in P- 
cola. MLF. 

Gregory Ernest Stefanon 

Stef s four years together bay the bay can 
be summed up using his favorite phrase 
from his first trip to Chicago. "Oh my 

Robin Ann Stewart 

Robin left the big city life of Miami and 
FIU to come to USNA. At 4'10" she was 
small in stature but filled with determina- 
tion. She had her sights set on geophysics. 
Whether it was summers on YPs or the in- 
fluence of her born-to-be-a-marine fiance, 
Robin realized the U.S. Marine Corps 
would bring her a happier future; once 
Robin makes up her mind there's no stop- 
ping her. After third class year, she 
dedicated herself to oceanography, the 
marines and her fiance Jay. Physical 
fitness became her new and lasting craze. 
50% gumption and 50% insanity inspired 
her to run the USMC marathon first class 
year. She even finished in front of a few 
male marines! She said she'd never do it 
again, but she'll be running as a second Lt. 
next year. With her good sense of humor 
and unlimited spunk, Robin will take on 
TBS and probably even have fun at Quan- 
tico. We all wish her good luck in the 
Corps and happiness in her married life. 

Stephen Michael Teeple 

Teeps came to USNA from Archbald, 
Pennsylvania, home of the famous (in his 
mind) Archbald Pot Hole and The Pipes. 
Steve arrived at Navy with fire and 
brimstone, but learned that everything 
isn't always fair at USNA. Youngster year 
was an eye opener when he earned 15 
grand and a black "N" sweater all for two 
sips of beer. Teeps was recruited to play 
football, but a bone jarring tackle plebe 
year put Steve and his shoulder out of 
commission. After his accident Teeps 
stuck to company sports and excelled. 
Teeps excelled academically as a systems 
engineer, though you could hardly tell with 
all the complaining he did. Teeps planned 
on leaving a long string of broken hearts, 
but he was just "too nice of a guy" to let 
that happen. Now he is going to the world 
of surface warfare in Mayport. In his 
career and future I wish Teeps all the luck 
and happiness in the world. Most of all 
Steve, remember through it all "We did it 
our way." 

Christopher Kerr Thomassy 

What about Happy? His bio reads like a 
prison rap sheet. Without the help of his 
third class whisky love in statics, our 8th 
company hot head had to move from 
Ocean E into the "brotherhood," bumm- 
ing it with the wind, sea and an 
oceanography major. Second class year 
was eventful. Starting out with Allison 
and ending with Valerie, with your usual 
ups and downs. An appearance as "Zeus" 
in a private unbridled Chip and Dale's 
routine, fulfilled his (and others') fan- 
tasies. Chris always kept a few pets; his 
plants and a pile of clothes which took on 
a life of its own. Maybe the strange em- 
manations from that Conner furled his 
fighting spirit as "One-Two" Thomassy's 
boxing career took off, conquering foes in 
company football and soccer. Moving to 
be dirtball battalion sub-commander, he 
didn't forget his pets. Every family should 
have one. The Navy's waiting for your 1-2 
combo kid. Kick major butt; take names 
my friend. JG, PL. 


The Brigade: Eighth Company 

Timothy Hugh Rayner 

Tim's career started in an unique 
Raynerian way; his Boxer Rebellion dur- 
ing Plebe Summer. Then he had a series of 
drinking adventures (every weekend) and 
love affairs (with every woman he met) to 
make it through Plebe Year. Youngster 
year saw the end of D&B and Gordon's 
"upperclamps," two cars: the Duty 
Underclass K-car and the lemon 
Mercedes, and finally, his Conversion. His 
meetings changed his life, at least a little, 
and he finally became serious. Right. 
Although he ended his adventures, he con- 
tinued to have a good time at the expense 
of his math ($1,100 bill on a $500 Master- 
card limit), and the other women he swore 
he loved. Whether trying out for every 
sports team USNA had, or finding yet 
another way to be different (Med School), 
Tim was never at a loss to keep his friends 
curious. He is the best, and he has made 
his mark. USNA was never a hindrance to 
his lifestyle; his lifestyle proved to change 

Donald Wayne Robbins 

An oysterman, Don came to the Naval 
Academy from south New Jersey. Dewey, 
who has spent many hours riding with G- 
dog for experience, had to learn cars don't 
bounce off of telephone poles like soccer 
balls. Don had been a star in high school 
and planned on continuing it at the Naval 
Academy, but Coach #&@!& convinced 
him to drop the athlete part of student- 
athlete. Once caught in academia, Don 
could be found sweating grades occa- 
sionally, at least until 4-weekers, when all 
of his papers were complete. Don doesn't 
care much for physical exams, wheezing at 
the sight of his own blood (or others' for 
that matter) and nearly losing it all when 
Captain Hook inserted his crook. One can 
always tell when Don is laughing, though, 
either that or a three alarm fire is in pro- 
gress. Don's headed for a career with the 
bubbleheads; his big-hearted generosity 
should get a little bigger now. Best of luck 
in Orlando. DMH. 

Kenneth Andrew Ross 

At NAPS Ken was a gridiron legend (in 
his own mind). Coach T quickly revised 
the books though, as Ken became a boxer 
after two weeks. As an ex-football player 
he was a terror, but not terrible enough to 
pummel an ex-trackman or rugby player. 
Tired of our comments, he left the ring 
due to an ear-ailment. Pumpkinhead is 
known for generosity (parties for Army, 
with no girls) and academic prowess. Ken 
prays regularly to Tecumseh, and noone 
can get gouge because he owns the file. 
Cruises were his opportunity to excel. One 
ex-mid went to captain's mast after 
waiting all night for Ken to return from a 
15 minute rendevous. Pumpkin turned 
pink and red on the beach, as everyone 
else became part of the big green machine. 
Speaking of Marines, a certain USIS ma- 
jor (the company Marine rep and Ken's 
instructor) was his big brother for a 
semester; no longer, as Ken went Navy 
Air. He'll be a welcome addition. Best of 
luck. DMH. 

John Forest Sledgianowski 

To paraphrase the Bible the question is 
posed: "Can anything good come out of 
New Jersey?" Don't ask what exit. John 
answers in his own unique fashion. But 
then again fashion is hardly a term one 
associates with Sledge. Knowing no other 
meaning for G.Q. than general quarters, 
his favorite civies consist of bellbottom 
jeans and a dungaree shirt. However, to 
his credit, he refuses to stencil his name 
above the left-hand breast pocket. 
Perhaps his most telling downfall is his 
ability to find jobs requiring copious 
stacks of paperwork ranging from OCF ac- 
tivities director to battalion sailing coach 
to company conduct officer. However, 
Sledge knows his limitations, so when 
knocked out of the fox hunt by a young 
vixen from Southern California, he 
evaluated his finances and realized there 
was but one service selection-nuke sub. So 
John if while enjoying the big bucks you 
happen to gaze skyward, remember your 
old roomie. God bless you. RT. 

Roland Michael Towers 

Auspicious is a good adjective to describe 
this quiet shasta mountain-man from 
Redding, California. Roland's subtle 
charm seems to follow his every endeavor. 
Whatever he sets his mind on, he seems to 
succeed at, whether it's excellent shooting 
at the varsity pistol range, scoring several 
touchdowns for the company football 
team, or leading his platoon in precision 
drill. R.T. can also be found 
demonstrating his social expertise with a 
particular Goucher student with whom he 
has succeeded. Roland has had his ups and 
downs as an aerospace major. Many of 
these ups and downs were also experienc- 
ed during the intriguing trips with Wally's 
world tours. These trips also found Roland 
in peculiar predicaments which included 
close encounters with sharks and wild 
hotel Chinese fire drills. The best of life is 
wished upon Roland during his future 
flight training and naval aviator's career. 
JS and WK. 

John Eric Wanebo 

The key to John's success was his uncanny 
ability to avoid knowing things that might 
prove inconvenient. Improvised ignorance 
saved him from the drudgery of the cogni- 
zant, leaving him plenty of time for runn- 
ing, cycling and skiing. There were times 
when his unique skill failed him: at the 
plebe year dining-in he arrived with 
woman's tie. Youngster year, John gained 
fame for returning every weekend at the 
five minute chow call. That training came 
in handy during spring break when he 
made his last run down a Swiss piste with 
less than 24 hours to MAC back. Despite 
appearances, John always had his bases 
covered. Second class year, in case of a 
change of heart, he enrolled at UVA. He 
lost the dorm deposit, but we were glad he 
stayed. First class year, like a snake in the 
grass, he combined summer school, valida- 
tion, and overloading to meet premedical 
requirements. Years from now we'll be 
hearing about John as a top notch Naval 
Surgeon. THR. 

John Gregory Wilson 

J.G. came to USNA via NAPS with a 
childhood history in Camden, New Jersey 
and a determination to become an EE ma- 
jor. Third class year proved to be a 
challenge for J.G. and saw him having to 
settle for GE (if he could hold it). He still 
managed to sharpen his skills in EE on the 
many weekends at USNA by fixing almost 
every appliance in the company, even if it 
wasn't broken. No wonder nothing ever 
worked correctly. J.G. spent much of his 
time second class year boxing until his 
studies caught up with him and told him 
to divert his time to aerobics, which he 
soon became an instructor. His workouts 
were great but his junk food diet had to go 
(Frankenberry, Coco Puffs, Applejacks, 
etc.) No wonder he was always dancing 
(with or without clothes). One thing 
always impressed me about J.G., he always 
helped us keep our sense of humor. PL, 

The Brigade: Eighth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: David Bisaillon, Matthew Sampson, David Major, David Burns, Jean-Pierre Bolat, James Todd, Edward Miller, 
Eduard Gottschalk, Orlando Gotay Row Two: Drew Wasson, Christopher Upham, Stephen Tackett, Daniel Doherty, John 
Lewis, John Rinkacs, Dennis White, Richard Witten, Anthony Fabian, Kevin Potts Row Three: James Beggs, Kent 
Ubellacker, John Slaughter, George Council, Patrick Sims, Wendell Ross, Bernard Koehr, James Henderson Not Shown: 
Thomas Clark, John Mckenna, Robert Pignataro, Michael Weiner 


The Brigade: Ninth Company 

LT Bobbie Aten 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Kevin Potts 
Company Sub Commander: Kent Ubellacker 
Company Adjutant: Eduard Gottschalk 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Bernard Koehr 
Company Sub Commander: Anthony Fabian 
Company Adjutant: James Todd 

The Brigade: Ninth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Joseph Lasala.Brian 
Street, Mark Wierman, Martin Cade, 
Craig McCarter, Eric Block, James 
Vohr, James Rossi, Andrew Waters 
Row Two: Roger Grayson, Shri 
Drake, Julie Chalfant, Salvatore 
Dipaola, Jeff Sheedy, Bill Hoban, Dez 
Quigley, Alan Sitlinger, Mike Leary, 
Ford Williams, Warren Jernigan, 
Robert Tomiak, Joseph Maguire, 
Lydia Derrington Row Three: Mark 
Peters, Bruce Fauver, Thomas Wan- 
do, Tom Arnold, Steve Rasmussen, 
Robert Durand, Carl Graves, Bill 
Schmitt, Ruth Miller,Nena Harman 
Not Shown: Sarah Michael 

The Class of 

Row One: Tom Heatter, John Wolfe, 
Bert Pangrazio, Rob Roy, Bill Misita, 
Steve Baker, Chris Quilty, Jim 
Fulton, Bill Jividen Row Two: Carl 
Salazar, Brian Treanor, Noel Denney, 
Jean Pierre Brousset, Greg Meyer, 
Michael Shoup, Christopher Urinyi, 
Jeffrey Jones, Rob Cassady, Thomas 
Sammon, Jay Wigley, Faustino 
Baysic, Jon Jerge, Stephen Braun 
Row Three: Dave Walker, Mario 
Herrera, Pete Garvin, Aaron 
Kushner, John Ostrowski, Tom 
Kubista, Tung Ho, John Herman, Jay 
Carroll, Tom Wando 

The Class of 

Row One: Robert Bohanek, Julius 
Fuchs, Jonathan Glennon, Todd 
Mayfield, Scot Somes, John Guiliano, 
Michael Rein, Nick Shaffer, Glen 
Leverette Row Two: Maryanne 
Hansel, Sheryl Ames, Michael Byrd, 
William Haggerty, Peter Schlegel, 
Mark Prybell, Matthew Ehland, 
Steve MacLaren, Edward Sorrel, 
Cary Smith, Robert Bunger, Susan 
Lee, Heidi Savage Row Three: John 
Martin, Eugene Malveaux, Joseph 
Bertoldi, Stephen Amiaga, Richard 
McCormack, Alfred Breed, Eric Pihl, 
Daniel Cook, Steven Doyle, Kendra 
Koenig Not Shown: Jeffrey Masters, 
Christopher Ortega 


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The Brigade: Ninth Company 

Congratulations from the 
Family of Tony Fabian. 
"You done good, George!" 

Congratulations George. 
1987. Mom, Dad, Teri. 

Go for it, Steve Tackett 
and cookiejury of 9th Co.! 
Our best wishes to all of 
you. With love, Mom, Dad, 
and Frank. 

Ensign Burns, 
Congratulations. We are 
proud of you David. May 
your future be bright. Love, 
Mom, Dad and Cynthia. 

Congratulations Class of 
'87, 9th Co., and a son 
we're so proud of. May 
you always serve the Lord, 
who has so richly blessed 
you. From the Family of 
Mike Todd. 

Capt. and Mrs. Charles 

Congratulations Ens. John 
S. Rinkacs. We thank you 
for the good times. Good luck 
and godspeed. Mom, Dad, 
Family, Grandma, Felix. 

Well done Ensign David G. 

Bisaillon (Biz) with love 

and pride Mom, Dad and Steve. 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87 and Drew T. 
Wasson. You've done it, 
honey. We're real proud 
of you. Love, Dad, Mom, 
Kate, Rob, Rufus, and Jane. 

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James Harrison Beggs 

What can one say? I know that whoever is 
reading this bio is smiling- Jim was just 
one of those guys; from sinking Orlando's 
battleship to fluttering Pig's ears, Jim 
kept 5-4 a lively place. Hailing from 
Bethesda, Maryland, he went through 
NAPS and 25th Co. to arrive in Cloud 9 
youngster year. Maintaining an on-again, 
off-again romance with Navy Crew, Jim 
won a Gold Medal in the IRAs Plebe year, 
yet decided to devote himself to academics 
and rack third class year. However, Mech. 
E. meant unsat meant no libs and Jim 
became a General, before maximizing his 
free time by switching to Phy Sci. Always 
happy-go-lucky, and ready for love, Jim's 
adventures included intellectual women, 
Mt. St. Anne, rejoining Crew, NapsII, and 
being a squad daddy. The best of friends, 
and forever one of THE BOYS, Jim will 
make an outstanding officer. Good luck, 
buddy. JAH. 

David Gerald Bisaillon 

Well, I guess this ends four years of 
mediocrity. Let's go to the bah! Plebe year 
and no dirt? Come' on, you must be kid- 
ding? Youngster year's move to 9 had to be 
unforgettable: Bob Poor and his Phil Col- 
lins, Fran's lost love, the beginning of the 
Madge era, George's fashion lessons, and 
being named an honorary brother. Let's 
not forget the Cain Mutiny. Second class 
year and the move upstairs with Illness, 
poor boy. But look at the bright parts: 
second semester with me, the Willie 
Nelson question, getting knocked un- 
conscious, changing majors, the end of the 
era, and the balloon getting busted in 
Florida. My task however was not com- 
plete. First class year: the wall pictures, 
wedding dresses, sweating selection night, 
peppermint schnapps, galloshes in the 
rain, the three girlfriends in Crabtown at 
the same time, V-day, and fat ankles. 
Thanks for the help, conversation, and 
craziness. Good luck in P-cola. MAJ. 

Jean-Pierre Bolat 

JP is truly one full of life, a real 
wavemaker. So many waves did he make 
that you either loved (as most did) or 
hated him. JP was never one to be idle, as 
he was on the soccer team for four blood 
and sweat filled years and was the main 
man in the Catholic Chapel Organization. 
He even convinced his plebes that he was 
going Chaplain Corps. A helpless but 
always forgiving romantic, JP is an 
idealist with a great shoulder to lean on, 
always with an open ear. This contributed 
to his WL tendencies (PC) but he'd be the 
first to admit it, never worrying about 
what others thought. You can always see a 
friendly smile on his youthful face and 
somehow know that he is a person of great 
compassion and uncanny truthfulness. I'll 
always know that you are one of my most 
treasured friends. NORVAL. JP, you were 
always there when I needed you. Thanks 
for sharing your love with me and helping 
me keep the faith. I will never forget you. 

David Allen Burns 

Dave came to us from Lexington, Ken- 
tucky, but was actually a native nomad — 
born in Michigan and living also in 
Delaware and Ohio. Dave endured the 
grueling plebe environment of 18th com- 
pany before coming to 9 in the Great 
Scramble. Dave broke tne shackles of 
physical science and became a general 
engineer second class year, a rare feat and 
a tribute to his quiet dedication. He gained 
fame as the company in-house college 
basketball expert, organizing annual 
tourney pools in which he always came in 
second. The highlight of his Navy sports 
career was coaching the company 
lightweight football team. A SWO all the 
way, Dave picked the USS BIDDLE (CG- 
34) as his first stop. The only thing they 
can be sure of is that he'll stay out of trou- 
ble. Thanks for the laughs, Roundhead, 
glad to have had you "around"! AJF. 

Orlando Gotay, Jr. 

Progo, C.C. Jr., Orlando hails from the 
Pearl of the Antilles, Puerto Rico. He 
thought Plebe year was going to be cake, 
since he was coming from NAPS. I don't 
think his squad leader and second class 
agreed with him. Youngster year went 
smoothly for Orlando except for the first 
day of Christmas. Back then Mary was in 
his thoughts. She worked laboriously to 
help him earn the stickers he wore under 
his cover. Second class summer took him 
to Europe where he had a wild time except 
for when he came back and visited Capt K. 
His plebes loved him and his new com- 
puter frying program. First class cruise 
took him to the Orient where he found out 
that Nakasonas didn't have it sideways. 
He came from cruise making sound signals 
in the Tuna Boat, his beloved Cougar. One 
of these days we'll see him in a Town Car, 
sporting the plates of Governor of P.R. 
Fair winds and following seas my room- 
mate, my friend. God bless you. EEG. 

Eduard Erich Gottschalk 

Ed came to us from that beautiful country 
in the Caribbean, the Dominican 
Republic. When he got to USNA, Father 
Guido realized that his chowcalls needed a 
lot of work, as no one understood them. 
Plebe year went by quickly as Ed spent his 
time dreaming with Frauke. As a 
youngster he found that it pays to study 
just as hard for all courses as he had 5 A's 
and 1 F in his favorite one. He's had more 
than his share of academic grief as Profs. 
Hall and Allen joined to make liberty 
almost impossible for him. He also man- 
aged to almost make it through USNA 
without getting fried, but a mouse that 
roamed the hall prevented him from hav- 
ing a spotless conduct record. First class 
year saw him with Sara, his new OAO. As 
company adjutant Ed gained immediate 
popularity with the mates. A great room- 
mate and friend, I'm sure we'll see him 
make a fortune in GTI, his aerospace com- 
pany. Buena suerte, amigo! 

James Anthony Henderson 

Hendu is a tough guy on whom to write a 
bio; there's just too much to say. Hendu 
scrambled into nifty 9 from 19 to remain 
always in the limelight; talked everyone's 
ears off about pro knowledge, made sure 
everyone recognized his humbleness, and 
established himself as one of the premiere 
dressers in fashion history. We'll never 
forget the tales of all the gorgeous girls or 
all the supposed mountains that became 
mole hills, like the unbelievably affordable 
"luxury" condo in Quebec ... All laughs 
aside, Hendu was a superb classmate, a 
crew jock, a cyclist, a 4 striper, a History 
major, a two-time plebe detail member, an 
electee to Who's Who, and a grad student. 
Jamie is and always will be one to rise to 
the top and stay there. But, the thing we'll 
best remember is that Jamie was a great 
friend and the kind of guy you don't ever 
forget. RP and JHB. 

Bernard Edwin Koehr 

For those of us who know and love him, 
Bernie got off to a good start plebe year 
with second class Pierce and 25th Com- 
pany. Rumor has it that Pierce hasn't sur- 
vived, but Bemie has. Moving into 9th 
company, Bernie had Jim B. as a room- 
mate, and on one occasion, a goat with 
which to share his bed. EE proved to be 
too much for him, so Bernie took to 
Physics as his next best choice for a major. 
Second class year won Bernie the respect 
and admiration of his plebes for his 
dedication to professionalism. His locker 
storage was also something to admire. And 
then there's the night of the exploding ap- 
ple. Thanks Bernie. First class year almost 
did Bernie in as our company commander. 
Fortunately, he's come to realize that 
there's more to the Navy than USNA. As 
we now depart our home of 4 years, I want 
to wish him the best of luck as a future sub 
driver, and to let him know that I'll always 
be there when he needs me. DTW. 


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Thomas Joseph Clark 

T.J.'s theory-never let academics get in 
the way of your education. Instead, learn 
the ways of the sea. Is that not what we 
are all here for, anyways? Do this and you 
shall surely finish in first place, not third, 
or so he says. Fair wind and following seas, 
always. KMP. 

George Horace Council 

Stepping out of the car on I-day sporting 
that cut and a Fred Perry, it was obvious 
that the city of brotherly love was upon 
the navy. As a lean mean jumping 
machine, Ice amazed fans with the grace 
and style only known to Sixer fans. Its 
been five years since those glory days of 
motorcycles, the bomb squad, and OP3 
but the jumping ability and the cut still re- 
main. Plebe year you and Eileen managed 
to survive the cab fares and T.P. 
Youngster year brought new challenges as 
you devoted your life to loving. Now one 
engagement and four PCRs later, its all 
over for the Corps awaits Salt and Pepper. 
Halsey and Macdonough will never be the 
same without you. Good luck to you and 

Daniel Joseph Doherty 

The defiant son of a former woop, Dan 
came to us from the arctic region of Min- 
nesota. As an acknowledged plebe year 
sweat, he was introduced to a life of 
slothfulness second class year. No stranger 
to G-town as an underclass, the best in 
Dan was brought out by schooners, which 
made a night out on the town with him a 
real adventure. Dan's incredible dancing 
ability earned him many a pen pal. (Where 
was that, Dan — the Bahamas?!) Always a 
professional mid as long as it did not in- 
terfere with his weekends or rack, he 
found that he was fighting a losing battle 
when he moved into the barn with the 
other animals. First class year brought the 
completion of Dan's goals with the pur- 
chase of a gaudy "Vette and obtaining that 
much desired flight billet. Good luck and 
fly high young man, you have served your 
masters well. JSR&JSL. 

Anthony John Fabian 

Tony came to good ole USNA from Lead- 
ville, Colorado, a small town in the Rocky 
Mountains and the highest in the U.S. He 
ventured into the 21st company as a plebe 
and had a "real" plebe year. After the Big 
Scramble, he ended up in Cloud Nine. 
Second class year came along and Tony 
was a real flamer until he was told to chill 
out by his marshmallow squad leader. 
Things perked up for him when he bought 
his T-bird — his pride and joy. Then came 
first class cruise, when Tony fell in love 
with the Iowa so much that he chose it for 
service selection. After first class year, the 
trips to Delaware and "Pulsations", and 
the business about his pay getting 
"gronked!," Tony was more than ready to 
graduate. Bye, bye, Squarehead, see you in 
Norfolk! DAB. 

John Scott Lewis 

Loomis comes from backwoods Ohio 
where men are men, beer is plenty, and a 
fast car is more important than a fast girl 
— or any girl in John's case. His taste in 
girls was characterized by the photo of his 
prize winning bovine on his desk. John 
went unnoticed the latter half of plebe 
year with the help of Bombs and Gards, 
remember how you "shared" their stereo? 
As a youngster he learned how to max 
rack, liberty and slovenliness and still get 
a 4.0. Intoxicated he could do more and 
think clearer than most sober people: 
remember PSU? Second class summer 
John was taken under the wing of the 
legendary PJ, USNA's hardiest partier, 
and has used his acquired skills since. 
Rooming with John was a joy as long as 
you didn't wake him up, take his paper or 
badmouth his beloved Mets, Celtics or 
Navy B-ball. John's dreams of surface life 
were lured away by $ and subs. John, take 
care it's been a pleasure. Run hard and 
dive deep. JSR DJD. 

David James Major 

Alio! Well, it's time for this big city boy to 
hit the real world and build his way to for- 
tune. Plebe year proved to be a real 
challenge as he realized he didn't have 
enough stripes to keep his lady love in- 
terested, so to vent his frustrations, he 
joined the rugby team. Knee surgery #1 
soon followed. Three slices later still found 
Butchie leading the ruggers in their 
revelry. The move to 9 was numbing; and 
you thought Rubik's Cube was bad! Air 
Force rugby, Fat Pat, underage drinking, 
Torquay, and the death quiver were 
highlights of 3/c year. The Iona trip cor- 
rupted a friend, but gained a brother. Maj 
found Blitz the next year, and thus 
another project to work on. He also 
worked on his dancing in Tucson with the 
biting tree in the parking lot. Senior year 
saw four different gals and a visit to 
Hillsboro. How about Stevie Ray? For- 
tunately, the end was near. Good luck in 
the Corp and thanks for all the "educa- 
tion"! Biz and Bags. 

John Joseph McKenna 

I would like to thank my friends for a ter- 
rific four years. Never have I met a group 
of people like this. The special bond that 
has taken four years to develop is my most 
precious memory. Without them I never 
would have made it. I wanted to take this 
opportunity to thank "use guys" and re- 
mind you that this is the end of the begin- 
ning. A special thanks to Peg, my best 
friend and the person I will spend the rest 
of my life with. I wouldn't trade you for 
the world. To mom and dad, thanks for 
putting up with me for 23 years. To my 
mother who has always been there to give 
me a boost: I want to tell her I love her. To 
my father I've always wanted to make 
him proud of me. At graduation, even 
though he couldn't be there physically, I 
know how he must have felt. I've 
dedicated my 4 years at the academy to 
you dad. I wish I had the chance to give 
you just one more hug and I hope I can be 
the father that you were to me to my 

Edward Unchurch Miller 

God's Country and the Action Family 
yielded up its prodigal son; first to NAPS 
and then to Canoe U. Ted never wasted 
any time letting his viewpoints be known: 
especially at the Litz Club where his cam- 
paign for presidency started, and the M.C. 
Ball with the table he was to drink Mr. 
Maj. under. (He and Mr. Jack went under 
instead.) Ted was successful on many of 
his hunts for affection, the "S-hook" stuck 
everywhere, even in hard to get places. A 
tune-up for his machine was always 
welcome. Spew was a die hard Marine un- 
til airborne school motivated him for 
Navy Air. We couldn't see Ted jamming in 
a high and tight anyway. The confirmed 
bachelor of the the century fell pray to a 
southern belle, setting a world's record on 
wedding plans. We'll always remember his 
smile, drawl, and Cope. But more impor- 
tantly his sincerity and love of life will be 
missed most. Good luck, dude. DOG & 

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Robert Paul Pignataro 

Writing Pig's biography is somewhat 
redundant, since it will no doubt be out in 
book form shortly. Perhaps the perfect 
mid, Rob was #1 in the class militarily, an 
aero major, a perennial Supe's Lister, in 
great physical shape, a windsurfer, a 
Who's Who and a 3 striper. He also en- 
joyed Mt. St. Anne and Plebe Summer the 
second time around. In fact, the only 
things he lacked were a sociable personali- 
ty (Steve can attest to this!) and fits of 
genius ("Jim and Jamie, you guys can't 
cheese me!") When almost cured by his 
friends, Pig threw it all away for the girl of 
his dreams, Angela, who liked him despite 
his ears. No need to ask where he was go- 
ing on weekends anymore — it was always 
to Baltimore. Pig is a terrific friend who 
will certainly do both Angela and the 
Nuclear Navy proud. JAH. 

Kevin Michael Potts 


A bright orange sun sets on an open beach, 

Seagulls stand beyond the waters reach. 

The whole world lies beyond the shore, 

Someday we will compare stories about 
who has seen more. 

Kevin, you havt given this place your all, 

Never losing the great attitude you have 
always had. 

When we come back after all the years, 

I am sure there is one thing you will be 
hoping for. 

Combable hair. 


John Stephen Rinkacs 

John came to us from the Iron City with a 
mouth and a heart to match. After skating 
through Plebe year, investing in a window 
at Timmy's, and decorating the city dock, 
John realized his calling to Surface Line 
while spending the summer hanging over 
the railing and feeding the fish of the 
Atlantic. As a youngster, John's sensitive, 
non-antagonistic personality led to many 
a messy confrontation with our neighbors, 
all in fun of course! Our lovesick puppy 
was never one to hold onto his freedom or 
money. After many unsuccessful bouts, he 
landed Jen, or vice versa. (Suuure . it 
was her first time at the Pen.) Since then 
John divided his time between Wilson 
racking with Teddy, and reedin leddurs' 
frum Opie. Take good care of our good 
friend Jen, we've served our time. DJD 

Wendell Ross 

As a five-ten power guard out of Macon 
Georgia, Wendell "Geechy Butter Dan" 
Ross hit NAPS with his jumper packed 
away in his suitcase. From 0P3 to the E- 
club to deep voices, Butter hit the Prep 
School like a Charles Berkley dunk 
Though the Falcons, Hawks, and Braves 
were floundering, Butter Dan was hitting 
the pool like Mark Spitz: daily! Plebe and 
Youngster year Butter decided to open his 
suitcase and unleash that jumpshot. From 
refs to J.P. to Arlita, Wendell found some 
difficulties. After being taken under my 
wing, Butter quit B-ball and became an in- 
tramural all-American. Bills rolled in . . . 
cash rolled out . . . from rings to cars to 
gold to Holidays the money stretched. But 
how many people rate a Prelude? From 
romantic Arlita rendevous to Double 
Dhawale the "defishit" continued but 
Arlita's love prevailed. Good luck in the 
brotherhood of the Corp. "Let it suffice 
that the day will end and the end be 
known." Julius Caesar. George. 

James Michael Todd 

Mike is a very solid person, as is to be ex- 
pected considering his life is centered on 
trying to please God. He is an interesting 
person to live with. Only after much ex- 
perience can one see through his dead-pan 
humor and realize his true character. 
Remember the Great Mirror Wars, the in- 
famous BB-gun incident? Mike is very 
proud of his '72 Duster as it undoubtedly 
leads the Brigade in rust, but at least it is 
more dependable than that mistake of a 
GTO. Being a nuke, Mike can afford at 
least two cars. Mike is a quiet kind of guy 
who doesn't lead an overly wild social life. 
His idea of a fun weekend is sitting in the 
wardroom eating junk food and watching 
such classics as "Blade Runner" and 
"Rocky IV". Mike has been a great in- 
spiration to us all the past three years. I 
wish him well and hope he doesn't fail out 
of nuke school. Good luck, Mike, and 
remember Jude 2:8. Slackett. 

Kent Lee Ubellacker 

Kent's story here at Canoe U. provides a 
ray of hope for all the gectors and other- 
wise stellar performers of the yard who 
may have already resigned themselves to 
lives of social negatry. Tending bar from 
the passenger seat, Glee-club sponsored 
debauchery, care packages from girls he's 
never met — it's a wonder his parents still 
recognize their little deformed ducklet. 
Sure, he still has his stigmas- pinging to 
classes even as a firstie, studying too hard 
even though he never had a real major, an 
inability to grasp basic dance moves, an 
exponentially-decreasing set of standards 
regarding members of the opposite sex 
(the goggles thicken as nuke school draws 
near.) But hey, some vestiges of social in- 
eptitude are more easily cast off than 
others. All things considered though, the 
Kent-man turned out OK. Best luck in the 
future, The Chris-man. 

Christopher Ivan Upham 

Chris "Ivan the Terrible" Upham is a 
ladies' man who hails from Texas. (Steers 
and Queers, right?) Chris is searching for 
that special someone to give order to his 
life. Problem is, when he finds someone, 
he gets cold feet. It's not his style to dump 
them, though. He just makes them want to 
dump him. Chris loves going out and dan- 
cing. He's now looking for an interested 
second class so he can go to 3 ring dances. 
Fran still holds a special place in his heart 
though. When he's on the dance floor, 
anyone within 6 feet is in peril of their life. 
We will remember Chris for: BB Gun and 
mirror wars (Cut that out Mike!), that 
high-pitched laugh (It wasn't that funny), 
the Roches (Did you ever hear from 
them?), pick-up B Ball games, and 
academics (Are you sat finally, Chris?). 
The plebes and his classmates will 
remember him well. Chris, that red 
welder's jacket is not in style! Good luck in 
the fleet, Smooth seas, etc. RMW. 

Drew Theron Wasson 

Like his infinite-loop Genesis tapes, 
Drew's habits seemed to have been created 
to test the breaking point of his room- 
mate. After four years of intense training, 
I am sure Drew is ready for the Olympics 
in the rack endurance event. I guess I was 
just jealous that he could graduate with 
distinction without ever seeming to open a 
book, but he always drove me crazy when 
he would get so bored that he would do 
crossword puzzles until one in the morn- 
ing. However, no matter how much I com- 
plain about his annoying idiosyncrasies, I 
will forever remember Drew as a friend 
when I really needed one (who else would 
lend me three hundred dollars without a 
question). He was always there with an 
understanding ear and a few encouraging 
words. Best of all, I could always hit him 
up for a free Pepsi when I ran out of 
change. BEK. 


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Matthew Thomas Sampson 

Matty came to USNA as a SGT. in the 
U.S. Marine Corps having a superior 
knowledge of rock apes. After four years at 
Canoe U., his former high-and-tights be- 
came regular haircuts and he learned to 
tolerate the Navy. Matt was nearly en- 
gaged upon his arrival, but ejected after 
being driven to the brink of insanity. This 
was appropriate for the future Marine pi- 
lot. Flip juice, action family, and 7-11 were 
good-times we'll remember. Not to men- 
tion Mollys, URI, Numbni House, babysit- 
ting, the Marine Corps Ball, and ankles. 
The "hog" was an added feature to his 
stone image. But how he was infected with 
his hall romances, I'll never know? Lonnie 
is a good maid and a great friend. 150"s 
made him hard to live with, but who's 
perfect? Good luck with that special some- 
one and leave some pieces intact. I wish 
him the best. E.U. & MAJ. 

John Beauregard Slaughter 

John came to USNA from sunny Daytona 
Beach to spread his social wealth and ge- 
nius. He was involved in many activities, 
including the scuba, flying, and power- 
lifting clubs. Socially, John and I will re- 
member road trips to Delaware, Florida, 
and Washington State. John, being the 
worldly individual he is, was a political 
science major. Although he had little spare 
time due to studying and other activities, 
he often delved into the field of astrology. 
In fact, he was the first to spot the three 
moons of Jupiter during Spring Break '86. 
Affectionately known as the Slaughter- 
house or Sarge, John had a total of three 
roommates at USNA. Two found new ca- 
reers in CIVLANT before graduation. 
John has fond memories of the days they 
spent together in Smoke Hall. I hope our 
paths cross again, John. With your dil- 
igence, I'm sure you will be a success in 
any endeavor. DBW. 

Stephen Howard Tackett 

When Steve was a plebe, he was ranked 37 
of 39 in his company. Since that time he 
has really blossomed into an outstanding 
performer as he is ranked in the top 50 of 
the class, wears stars, and is a beacon of 
professionalism. But things weren't all bad 
for Steve plebe year. That's the year he 
met Christ and has since been working 
diligently on cultivating his life as a Chris- 
tian. Steve has been very involved with the 
Navigators and has grown much through 
that organization despite his aversion to- 
ward 0-dark-30 meeting times. Steve has 
proven to be a very easy-to-get-along-with 
roommate, patiently enduring unlimited 
abuse from many of us (mostly DBW). 
Steve has also had the moral courage to 
break free of his stereotypic "nuc" looks, 
choosing Navy air instead of subs. Steve is 
a trustworthy friend and we wish him the 
best. God Bless Steve, and always remem- 
ber 3 John 2:8. 

Michael Scott Weiner 

Screws fall out . . . the world is an im- 
perfect place. 

Dennis Bryan White 

D.B. made his debut into the Annapolis 
scene from the all-natural Pacific North- 
west city of Vancouver, Washington. Be- 
ing clueless in such subjects as Calculus, he 
reached deep within himself and tapped 
that remarkable innate ability of being 
able to quickly master a subject new to 
him almost instantaneously — an ability 
which saw him through plebe year much 
more unscathed than the rest of us. Po- 
tentially a track stud, he opted for stardom 
with Ninth Company basketball and foot- 
ball. At first seemingly inhibited socially 
due to a transcontinental relationship, he 
soon broke the mold, disproving the Cuber 
accusations, the Mech E. syndrome, and 
established himself as a true party animal, 
though we are still concerned about his 
bubblehead future. As a fair, yet tough, 2- 
striper, he always was willing to help oth- 
ers less gifted than himself. May you for- 
ever have fair winds and following seas my 
dear friend and roomate. JBS. 

Richard Mahone Witten 

Ever since, it's been downhill for Rich. 
Maximizing his eating, sleeping and drink- 
ing with Garfield-like apathy, Rich man- 
aged nevertheless to give a respectable 
showing morally, mentally, and physically. 
Also, he's probably the nicest, most well- 
mannered, easy-going guy you've ever met. 
(OK, so we're taking some liberties with 
honor here, but what the heck.) His ap- 
proach to academics was anything but se- 
rious. (Well rested, well tested, right?) 
Study hour consisted of TV, rack and a 
dart game thrown in for good measure. All 
in all, the random pencil roll technique 
served him pretty well. True, other aspects 
of life at the academy didn't leave Rich 
quite so unscathed. Somebody needs to 
tell this guy what the term credit limit 
means. Rich, the great American Consum- 
er, the leader of the fringe element 
(according to Q-bert), and all that. May 
your life and career be as long and full as 
your credit card statement. CIU. 



J> W 

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Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Darrin Grover 
Company Sub Commander: Michael Bell 
Company Adjutant: Edward Magee 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Thomas Macrae 
Company Sub Commander: John Lesniak 
Company Adjutant: Joseph Campbell 


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The Class of 1987 

Row One: James Baker, Roger Harris, Michael Bell, Thomas McKenna, Charles Sullivan, Joseph Campbell, Dennis 
Mollon, James Emmitt, Edward Magee Row Two: Todd Allison, Darrin Grover, Jeffrey Valmus, Peter Turner, Thomas 
Macrae, Dean Sadanaga, Siegfried Wulff, Jeffrey Lukish Row Three: Thomas Nilsen, Thomas Casey, John Jenkins, John 
Lesniak, Joseph Buenavista, Stephen Day Not Shown: James Alley, Scott Boyer, Alexander Edwards, Charles Ferguson, 
Donald Griffin, Brian Haley, James Hogan, Robert Lyon 

CAPT Pete Whitenack 

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The Brigade: Tenth Company 

The Class of 

Row One: Robert Banker, Richard 
Vaill, Michael Greene, Frederico 
Morales, James Boland, Kenneth 
Caraveo, Mike McKee, Gregory 
Shimp, Edward Grinnell Row Two: 
Sean Epperson, Matice Wright, 
Galen Negaard, Billy Bray, Karen 
Povlock, Eric Ruttenberg, Jay Patsey, 
Jeff Hahn, David Dawson, Scott 
Granger, Trevor Lennard, David 
Dawson, Varanda Williams, Pamela 
Hilton Row Three: Donald Dracon, 
Michael Wilmot, Chet Woolley, 
Timothy Salmon, Tucker Hite, Scott 
Dickson, Stuart Gaudet, James 
McKenna, Anthony Villanueva, 
Michele Daley, Jamie Moore Not 
Shown: Francis Hall, Charles 
Lochard, Domenick Micillo, David 

The Class of 

Row One: Steven Fong, James 
Schroder, Joseph DeSantis, Steven 
Boyles, Matthew Bishop, Mark 
Rawlins, John Mohn, George Acosta, 
Scott Abel Row Two: Darryl Ander- 
son, Doug Brown, Bruce Black, John 
Hammes, Charles Cooper, Mark 
Hagler, John Tregoning, Edgar 
Jimenez, Ronald Pawlo, Charles 
Gray, Alireza Imanian, Christopher 
Zito, William Harber, Michael 
Knowles Row Three: Barney Carter, 
Kevin Shanley, Thomas Spatig, 
James Snare, Mark Metzger, Doug 
Perry, James Flautt, Andrew Kenny, 
Gary Deal Not Shown: John Drake, 
Mark Samuels 

The Class of 

Row One: Kathryn Dailey, Donna 
Pensabene, Robert Pritchard, Adam 
Scheinin, Scott Horan, Elvin 
Rodriguez, David Stamm, Charles 
Vickers, Michael Kostiuk Row Two: 
Christi Salazar, Joshua Kitchen, 
Mary Hanlon, Brian Huey, Eric 
Lewis, Michael Florence, Harold 
Katz, Francis Blackburn, James 
Pfautz, Perry Oliver, Steven Sloan, 
Raul Gandara, Raymond Tortorelli, 
Jeffrey Jockel Row Three: Melissa 
Bowers, William Jones, Leif Stein- 
baugh, Gilbert Miller, Dale Minich, 
Timothy Winand, Wesley McCall, 
Edward Dewald, Vincent Panella, 
David Bouknight Not Shown: Hugo 
Gutierrez, Anne Katcharian, Marcos 

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Congratulations Steve Day! 
you did it, babe! You made 
your dream a reality, and 
you have our admiration 
and respect. Thank you for 
being our son. With great 
pride and much love. Dad, 
Mom, Brian, Lisa and Rob. 

Banzai Dean! 

Well done. We wish you 

continued success. 

Congratulations Ens. Tom 
McKenna and Class of '87. 
God bless and be with you 
always. Love Mom, Dad and 

Ensign Chuck Ferguson II. 
Good Luck and Success. 
Love Dad, Mom, Sean and 

Tom Casey and Class of '87 
Congratulations and 
success in your careers. 
Serve God and Country 
well! Ceil, Bill and John 


You did it your way. May 
you always have smooth 
sailings. God bless you. 
Love Mom, Dad, Kevin, 
Uncle Tommy, Aunt Anne. 

The Family of Jeff Lukish 
wish all members of the 
brigade the best of luck 
in their careers. 
Especially Jeff and Ed. 
The Lukish. 

With great pride, love, 
and admiration, we 
congratulate the Class of 
'87 and especially Brian 
Haley. So far, so good! 
Keep up the good work. 
Dad, Mom, and Jen. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Jeff Valmus! I share the 
joy of your great accomp- 
lishment and consider it 
a priviledge to know the 
extraordinary person that 
is you, my son. Love, Mom. 

Keep your sights high 

and the 

sky shall be your limit. 


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The Brigade: Tenth Company 


James Scott Alley 

Scott's Naval career got off to a great start 
with a 5000 for drinking in G-town, but 
that was pretty much the end of his 
derelict days. "Alley Dog" tried hanging 
out with "striper material," but all that got 
him was Helen and a Hell's Angel Honey 
with a tattoo. "KISS ME!!!" Thanks a lot, 
Tom. Spring Break '86 was a welcomed 
break from babe-chasing. Scott saw An- 
tigua up close, mostly face-down. But he 
gave up the "rasta-burgers" (what was in 
those, anyway?) and Black Label for his 
one true love. Yes, Michelle was special — 
she could stay out past 1 1. See, there really 
are other bacala in the sea. Do the words 
"You're hot" or "What's he doing to my 
friend back there?" ring a bell? First Class 
year came and went, and all Scott did was 
study and build the "shrine." So why did 
you owe Master Card so much? Good luck 
in the Corps. We'll really miss you. You 
have 30 seconds to tell us why you want to 
be a Marine . . . GO! There you have it. 

Todd Michael Allison 

Even though Todd attempted to bend over 
backwards for his classmates, they didn't 
flip for the idea. But eventually a positive 
neutrality was achieved, luckily without a 
lottery. His 10K loan went for a 17K 
chrome plated, 4 wheeling, tailgater of a 
machine (you do the math?) He tried to 
qual early for subs by avoiding light and 
wearing his poopy suit as often as possible, 
not to mention two sub cruises and a 
Marine E to boot (luckily, that's as far as 
it went, if you know what I mean, honey). 
It's amazing how Todd averaged only 4 
hours of sleep a day during the weekends 
and 14 a day during the week. He became 
unsat (there is justice) and AC officer, too. 
He skated out of duty, literally, youngster 
year. First class year saw a couple of 
changes for the better, acceptance and an 
acceptance, by his classmates and one for 
a June week wedding with Michele, 
respectively. I wish you only the best for a 
great life with a great girl. DMG. 

James Matthew Baker 

Matt left the jungles of Panama to spend a 
care-free year at Rice so he could start to 
fill that three-ring binder he uses as a "lit- 
tle black book." Matt used his USMC 
bonus to buy the black streak, a Saab 400 
Turbo. He has definitely left an impres- 
sion on the Md. Highway Patrol. I still 
think 125 mph is a little fast for West 
Street. Matt's faced with international 
relations when dating (i.e. Canada — 
France- Annapolis (4-2)). Between the two 
of us, I'm sure that we've inspired hun- 
dreds of legs to become Airborne; their 
mothers are still writing us, sending their 
thanks. Speaking of mail . . . please send 
some to Matt. Whenever he gets "shut 
out", I have to put on my flash gear. Send 
it to 1/c Matt Baker, Frat 10 U of Md., in- 
dicate GRAD. As we part, we leave Matt 
to higher education and the Marine Corps 
(figure that one out). Take care and when 
you need some NGFS or a hot meal 
sensa-sand, your roomie'll be there. JAC. 

Michael Denis Bell 

After a year of tidiness, a few hundred par- 
ties, and a well-kept lawn under his win- 
dow, the California Kid left Newport to 
start his four year sentence. The Polo 
team kept Spiker busy while the compas- 
sionate upperclass of 12 rested. Tenth 
Company brought Spike many room- 
mates, an engineering degree, and a 
chance to reach out and touch the face of 
God when he selected Navy Air. When 
Spike wasn't hibernating, he kept us 
laughing with his relaxed, easy-going at- 
titude. Trips to the beach and mountains 
with Keanbean, Scrotie, and Ken; Antigua 
with the boys of Ten; late rides back from 
College Park in his favorite jeans; 
Frederick, MD; pig noises senior year; and 
a nearly unblemished conduct record will 
be some of our best memories of you, We 
hope you realize your dream of getting a 
guitar, growing long hair, and starting a 
Reggae band. Spike, Pensacola's getting 
Navy's finest — we hope you make them 
as happy as you made us. THM. 

Stephen James Day 

The Black Plague of '85 had an obvious ef- 
fect on Steve. Judging from his blotter 
which contained thirty pictures of himself, 
you could say he became somewhat in- 
dependent — his own best friend. But 
another casual look at his blotter will tell 
you that he really didn't keep to himself. 
All those girls in his blotter reflected that. 
He must've put all of Kokomo's elemen- 
tary schools on a layaway plan. After plebe 
year, we became roommates. What a year! 
Killing our livers on Labor Day weekend 
in G-town, helping me with aero every 
night — too bad I'm an oceanographer — 
and your endless efforts to enlighten me 
on Kokomo. I still think it's a corn field. 
From then until now, you've done a lot 
worth mentioning, pogue — tackling wood 
stumps with your car, NL lectures at the 
stadium, and beer breaks at the GASH. 
You're a good friend with a good head on 
your shoulders, so why did you go NUKE? 
Good Luck. Dean. 

Alexander Hamilton 

Alex . . . Big Al . . . The Booze Cruise Skip- 
per. God bless the charette. What cruise 
are we up to anyway? 58 or 59? We've all 
lost count. We enjoyed drinking out of 
your shoe, but that was only because of its 
size not because of its taste or smell. Work 
on it, Al. You know Alex has got connec- 
tions because he always manages to get 
that parking spot right in front of Mum's 
and that bar stool right in the middle of all 
the action. The countless rummy games, 
the countless open-aired roadtrips in the 
caddy . . . sorry Alex, we can't remember 
them, too many dead brain cells. Well 
Alex, the past couple of years have been a 
pleasant, comfortable, numb blur and we 
all owe it to you, you big lug. We're all a lit- 
tle bit worried, Alex, because now that 
you're a SWO daddy, you're going to go on 
the international booze cruise scene, and 
there won't be enough for the rest of us. 
Take care and good luck. MGM, PES, 

James Dore Emmitt 

Jim came to USNA from Columbus, Ohio 
on the advice of a former Navy Com- 
mander. Never a stranger to hard work 
and always choosing the most challenging 
path in order to better himself, "M.I.T." 
chose the delayed entry program of 
Marine Corps enlistment while in high 
school. Soon, more people noticed his 
potential for leadership and started the 
paperwork to get Jim to the Naval 
Academy. Jim's strong-willed character 
makes him a formidable enemy, but also a 
friend who can be counted on. It shows in 
his devotion to sports (a four-year 
member of the 150-pound football team) 
and ECAs such as Glee Club, Semper Fi, 
and Officer's Christian Fellowship. He has 
also put his voice to use in the Academy 
chapel as a member of several of the 
chapel choirs. Though our friendship has 
known some rocky times, it has grown 
through it all, and I thank God for sending 
me "a friend that sticks closer than a 
brother." (Prov. 18:24). DCM. 

Charles Daniel Ferguson 

Up-Chuck emerged from the back hills of 
Pennsylvania to appear at USNA. Despite 
a 1.000 batting average, spending a year 
with the Six-Pack failed to bring Chuckie 
to the Majors. Sharp-minded, Chuck has 
managed to conquer academics with the 
greatest of ease. That's not the only 
"THING" he has conquered. Remember 
"Det stor svensk flicka." Chuckie Cheez 
now embarks on his greatest adventure 
yet, a five year tour at 20,000 leagues 
under the sea with Capt. Nemo. Glowing 
in Groton, Chuckles McGrifter will un- 
doubtedly discover new "mates" in 
Wednesday's and 101 ways to remain sane 
inside a sub. Anyway, CD's already met 
his first CO — Capt. JD — and knows him 
intimately. Three-Striper Libs have never 
looked better, just ask his disgruntled 
roommates. AMF, Chuck, and lots of luck 
from the Annapolis Drunk, and just 
remember the K-Master's tips on the 


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Scott Alan Boyer 

See ya. 

Joseph Constante Sears 

Special thanks to Mom, Dad, Jim, Bart, 
and Cliff. I love ya. Also thanks to my 
whole family, the Maggioncalda's, the 
Lorenzo's, my disciples Bill, Chad, John, 
CJ, bums in CA — Fred, Bri, Mo, Yo, Ed, 
Steve, Mark, Lar, my pet gecko Tom, and 
everybody else who has helped me and will 
now dismember me for forgetting them. I 
guess you expect an incredible earth shat- 
tering revelation or some quasi- 
intellectual statement of theory reflecting 
on the arduous, soul wrenching struggle to 
chmb,-to mount, nay, to overcome the 
seething, searing hellflames which 
scorched and licked the pure essence of my 
being — my inner entity — the intangible 
embodiment of spirit which has fueled my 
existence while enduring countless 
tragedies, calamitous events, and wading 
through the putrid muck in hip boots 
these four years. No. Your expectations 
will not be satisfied. Later meat. 

Joseph Aloysius Campbell 

Joe is every mother's dream. The perfect 
young gentleman, complete with Southern 
accent, perfect manners, and cherub-like 
smile. "What a nice boy!" they all exclaim. 
Let's get real, ladies. This guy'll spend 
more time jumping out of planes and 
working on his car than with your 
daughter. Never mind the fact that he'll 
help you out no matter what the personal 
sacrifice. This guy's mean. Take a typical 
day 2/c year: "Hey Joe. How was your 
Mech E test?" "@$% & Mech E! Where's 
my chowcaller? You there. How many 
hairs does Mr. Griffin have on his back? 
You don't know!!" What of all those offers 
of hospitality? They were just excuses for 
wild drinking and frightening roommates 
by doing 40 mph, at night, on ice, on a 
trike. And oh yes! Weren't we all sorry 
about Kelly? The ole boy even had his 
roomie fooled, until I found out about 
Donna, Jill, Katherine, and who knows 
who else. Fair Winds and Following Seas, 
Good Friend! JMB. 

Thomas William Casey 

Tom was always a quiet man, until . . . 
Originally one of Robinson's army, Tom 
left hoops for boats and joined KD's Mam- 
mals. The effect of crew was slow, but in- 
exorable. Tom's Mech E buddies saw his 
grades drop, he was sometimes seen driv- 
ing 'The Beast' about town, the HS gal 
went "Out to Africa," weekends ended ear- 
ly — Sunday AM practice- another girl 
returned to sunny CA and Tom's lust for 
Fred (or was it Ethel?) all indicated his 
decline. Salvation in the form of stripes 
and Big Al Konetzni saved Tom from Rex 
the demon coach. Responsibility weighed 
heavily on the PA boy, but the fish with 
the experiences of crew, Big Al, Bob, both 
Chucks and the Spiker let the quiet man 
handle "First Regiment!" There it is, then. 

Donald Lamar Griffin II 

Plebe year, "Doug" got off to a poor start. 
He lost 40 lbs, had a QPR above 3.2 and no 
fries. Youngster year, however, things 
brightened up with a 5000 series, "at an 
establishment known as Armands" and 
plenty of restriction. Second class year 
showed his impeccable taste in clothing, 
hair styles and other apparel. Nice earring. 
He also met many new friends this year. 
There was Ralph, Gordon, and his buddy 
the fire extinguisher, who he met after the 
Rugby banquet. But let's not forget the old 
trusty automatic teller. His final year was 
centered around a few beers out in town 
and his many good flings. Watch out for 
those cold bathroom floors. Don was 
always good for a jam session and we'll 
always remember him as the honor ex- 
empt, junk food eating wonderboy in 
white works. Quit complaining and good 
luck at Pensacola. JSA. 

Darrin Michael Grover 

The Academy sure wasn't quite the same 
after Mike entered the scene. Hailing from 
Lawton, Oklahoma via NucPwrScn and 
NAPS. Mike soon found that he had a 
knack for beating the system while still 
ending up smelling like a rose. After over- 
coming such obstacles as Crisco (and the 
Bat) plebe year. Mike finally reached the 
freedom of youngster year, but kept his 
dating confined to the yard (i.e. Buchanan 
House) for a while. Still a Systems Major 
at heart, during second class year, he was 
also surprised to find that he really could 
get good grades. But after wow-ing all with 
his Silent Drill routines, Mike turned his 
sense of humor(?) to WRNV and ended up 
with the "most-coveted" show on the air. 
(Right, Mike?). To know Mike is to know 
that he is the kind of man the Academy 
was made to produce: witty, intelligent, 
confident and career-oriented — a man 
whose loyal friendship will certainly be 
treasured by all. Good Luck, Grover! DAJ. 

Brian Elliott Haley 

Bri and Chuckles were a real trip to live 
with, you know the old adage . . . nice place 
to visit, etc. Between his bike and being a 
bull major (He was bull-headed too), we 
had ample tidbits to debate. Overall, 
though, this "cool" guy from Indiana (500) 
wasn't that bad. Hope the winds always to 
your back Brian. And the sun's out of your 
eyes. Fly Navy! Grover. 

Roger Allen Harris 

The Cogger came here from the Hoosier 
state, but Rog, that doesn't mean you can 
play hoops. Hey, Schween Bag, did you 
ever get the stats straight? (You never 
could keep the camera on the man with 
the ball!!) And how is that home-built, 
broke-down speedster running these days, 
007? You didn't have to listen to me Rog, 
it was just revenge for that blind date. 
How is Christine since the Skifest? And 
speaking of girls, did you ever pick up your 
look-alike from Bucknell? What was that 
girl's name with the ready made family? 
Spoken to Sheedy's little sister lately? 
What did that cop say when he found the 
van in the cemetery? But what about ma- 
jors; first a Marine Engineer, then came 
the computer games, then you were unsat, 
and then OOOPS!! You were a roommate 
that could take a joke, though; "Yeah 
Slob, those colors look good together." En- 
joy the Corps (Supply Corps). And clean 
off your side of the desk will ya, scheesh! 

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James Patrick Hogan 

I knew the remaining three and a half 
years were going to be wild after golfing in 
a thunder storm with Hogie. Our only 
company was a case of beer and a gopher 
we chased ... it got away and we got stuck 
in a ditch. Friday night libs began 
youngster year. Who could forget the 
quarters game at Bob's? The recruit left 
with a smile ... so did we! The Army- 
Navy football game was literally a HUGE 
success. Lax spring break in Fla. was quite 
a catch, (ask Eddie Murphy). "Yo man, 
watch the shirt." Jay's wiffle ball tourney 
was out of control. Six kegs and 24 cases of 
beer between 30 guys in two days! The re- 
maining time at Navy was nothing less 
than a weekend party. Hogie leaves 
Maryland breaking many hearts as well as 
with the undisputed title "Helmet." To 
the person who helped me through four 
years of ups and downs, good luck and 
God bless. Wehmo. 

John Lawrence Jenkins 

"JJ" came to the Naval Academy via Iowa, 
the Marine Corps and NAPS. Too bad he 
didn't have a "real plebe year" in 16th 
Company. The ptyredactyl had his fair 
share of roommates. Is Charlie speaking 
with you yet? I heard the grey ghetto go- 
cart, iguana, llama, etc. broke down . . . 
again. The old heap just ain't movin' 
(unless of course you don't think 90 mph 
down West Street is too fast). Speaking of 
old heaps, JJ is probably still the oldest 
person in the Marine Corps. As a company 
commander at NAPS, he received his first 
Silver Dollar long before he got his com- 
mission, remember the ratey little booger. 
JJ was really a great guy, especially after 
payday when he had money. He was a 
good friend to go out with and have a beer 
with and we always enjoyed his company. 
He will do well in the Marine Corps, and 
we wish him all the luck in the world. C'est 
la vie, Buddy. EOM, JSA. 

John Francis Lesniak 

Johnnie K came to USNA from a small 
coal town in PA following a year at NAPS. 
Prospecting to be the first Middie to run a 
4 minute mile, he fell short of this goal 
(partly due to numerous bouts with Al). 
Enduring three years of unsatdom, the 2.0 
sock pulled through Christmas '86, almost 
ensuring graduation. Booze Cruise '86 
proved that John could exist despite his 
inability to remain coherent. Not only 
that, but also complete the Gate 1 Hun- 
dred Yard Dash in under 10 seconds. After 
a one-night stand with a tree, John found 
himself attached to a certain Annapolis 
belle for an unbelievable four months 
-hard to conceive if you know John's track 
record with the ladies. All that behind, 
John lived a life of indecision until he fell 
into PW's grasp and took the 2.5K plunge. 
Next stop: The Home of "The Hawk!" I'll 
miss ya, Johnnie, but STFB when Bar- 
num's in town. The Three Ring Circus 
never dies because the show must go on. 

Jeffrey Lyon Lukish 

"Luke" and his international terrorist ac- 
tivities all started out in Richmond, 
Virginia. After a year at NAPS, plebe year 
was a joke. But when things got rough, he 
would relieve the tension by banging his 
head against the Wall. Had trouble not 
banging caveman's head against the wall 
youngster year. Have you learned 
everyone's name yet? They still don't 
know your name! Next time you go to Ita- 
ly, stay out of the prisons; the food in the 
restaurants is just as good. When is the 
Lukish Memorial study room going to 
open at the library? Did you really study 
there every night? The 150# football team 
will miss the speed from its d-backs. If you 
sell this Lucky Bag, that's $35 you can 
spend on Donna. DR. LUKE, old dreams 
never die, they just get you life in the 
Navy. Best of luck at med-school. What 
will you do without the best roommate in 
the world? Call me in 2003! 

Dennis Clyde Mollon 

Dennis, sometimes known as Dennis 
Clyde, is about as much of a Californian as 
a guy can be. Yet an equal amount of 
desire and determination for the Marine 
Corps can be felt as well. Despite its rocky 
places, our friendship has endured. God 
certainly put us through some tough trials, 
but let it be said that Dennis's compassion 
and inner strength prevailed. That's 
probably why he is going Corps. Dennis 
was an active member of Officer's Chris- 
tian Fellowship and Semper Fi, as well as 
moonlighting as a violinist in Glee Club 
musicals. A Marine playing violin? H — 
Yes! Marines can do anything! By the time 
this is out Dennis will be finishing up 
TBS. I have faith that he will have done 
his utmost to excel in the eyes of all. Den- 
nis knows that life is an attitude of ser- 
vitude, and when he says (like all Marines) 
"follow me," his men will do so with the 
same attitude. 

Thomas Gunnar Nilsen 

Barnum, Barnbuster, and the ultimate of 
Three Ring Circuses came to the Naval 
Academy via the highest per capita drink- 
ing state in the union. Determined to 
uphold the rigorous standards of his 
hometown, TG has been living in the bot- 
tle since 1-Day. He currently owns over 
50% of the stock in Riordans, Inc., where 
he usually can be seen hunched over the 
bar mumbling to one of Annapolis's finest. 
Anyway, TG is venturing on a quest for 
TOPGUN to uphold his brother's con- 
quests. Watch out P-Cola!!! Battling the 
likes of 'Moose' Peruse, The F-Troopers, 
MIT, Lovely Linda, Helen of Troy, The 
Swedish Connections, Laurie H., The 
Baltimore Bombshells, and one of College 
Park's finest, TG has had a largely il- 
lustrious social life. Tom, I wish you the 
best and brightest future, just don't let 
Uncle Jack run your life. You are a great 
roommate and friend! Kick Butt and 
maybe I'll call your squadron for a strike 
someday. JK. 

Dean Alan Sadanaga 

After a long plebe year year with Lt. Pain, 
Dean and his Walkman demerits descend- 
ed upon the perfect company. His affec- 
tion for fire crackers soon meant more 
demerits; luckily, the Trojan incident 
didn't blow up in the mail or he'd still be 
on restriction. The 3rd Lts. at Quantico 
will not soon forget him, but then again 
neither will the officers at Pensacola. His 
face was beet red that whole summer, and 
it wasn't because of the sun. During the 
fall of his first class year, Dean met Rober- 
ta and we haven't seen him since. Ob- 
viously they have spent some time here at 
Navy, judging by the Chiquita sticker on 
his nameplate. Ahhh Sadanaga! Best of 
luck in Pensacola, Dean, and don't ever fly 
with any pogues. PT. 

Charles Francis Sullivan 

Charlis is one of our "old men from the 
sea" who avoided a return to the nuke 
community. His stay here was rather in- 
teresting: despite two academic boards, 
three PCR's his fourth class year and hav- 
ing the dubious honor of being the first 
member of '87 on restriction (plebe sum- 
mer), he survived with his commission in- 
tact. Though he was moody, he was often 
found going out of his way for his close 
friends. He became a published author — 
good for a bull major! But his crowning 
achievement was becoming the Head 
manager of the Football Team — a job few 
knew how well he did or how much he 
cared. He also rooted for the O's, Caps, 
and Skins despite our best efforts. Later 
dude — your presence will be missed by 
those who knew you best. MLC. 


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Robert Allen Lyon 

The Stork: Rob Lyon is a native Cali- 
fornian from Sacramento. He came to the 
Naval Academy to play baseball and that 
is just what he did. The baseball team used 
this Californian's natural talents as a 
pitcher for three strong years. The team is 
also where Rob picked up his illustrious 
nickname, Stork. The Stork was a two- 
time letterman in baseball. These were not 
his only achievements. He is an electrical 
enginnering major who has flirted with the 
top hundred his whole time at USNA. He 
has been choosen into the Nuclear Power 
program and we are all sure he will have a 
great career. 

Thomas Hugh Macrae 

Tommy is at his best in a crowded party. 
He loves to be the center of attention, and 
thus is always willing to strip down to his 
multi-colored boxers. Undoubtedly, his fa- 
vorite party location is the Thrift Inn 
(room — ask for Macrae at the desk) 
where he can unabashedly cast his drink 
on the wall to the tune of Gilligan's Island. 
"Irish" loves water, whether surfing, 
swimming, sailboarding, or taking pictures 
of sunsets and rocky beaches. The 
Bahamas, Antigua, Florida, Mexico, Ca- 
lifornia, Virginia Beach, and the Ocean 
Cities of Maryland and New Jersey have 
been the playground for this Jimmy Buffet 
fan. (Oh! Chestertown and St. Elizabeth's 
College, too.) But, one voyage to Singa- 
pore and one very special woman later, 
Tom has almost reached the top of Mas- 
low's ladder. He is one of those few people 
that you think about and smile, that 
change your life. Tom: "Ne te quaesiveris 
extra" (Emerson) Do not seek yourself 
outside of yourself. DVW. 

Edward Ossie Magee Jr. 

"Easy Ed" came from that tiny Cajun 
city of Lafayette, Louisiana. It was ev- 
ident when he arrived that his innocent 
attitude would have to end. Rooming 
with Ed for four years, I have shaped 
him in my likeness; sweet as cherry pie 
and as wild as Friday night. Who could 
ever forget that red light in B-more, or 
his floor routine after a bottle of rum. I 
should have known then that he was 
going to be gymnastics captain. Plebe 
year was a breeze for Ed after he de- 
veloped quality study habits, i.e. typing 
all-nighters. The following year saw the 
beginning of the provocation wars and 
the no-win scenerio. Ed realized then 
never to bring a sandwich up from lunch. 
The next year was great for Ed, he 
"rapped-up" a fine gymnastics season 
among other things. Senior year meant 
for Ed legal age, red "lude" and Wall 
Street clothes, what else need be said. 
Many thanks Eddie, you're the greatest. 
Okay! you got the last laugh. Call me in 
2003. JRL. 

Thomas Arthur McKenna 

Out of the New England woods and into 
the real world stepped "Killer" McKenna 
four years ago. He charged into Mother B. 
with bugle blowing, instantly setting a 
place for himself in the D & B. Never a 
challenge d??l he fail to meet head on, and 
plebes feared his presence. Then one day 
he came face to face with the Florida 'Cane 
and alas his campaign was pacified, how- 
ever, his bugle blowing earned him three 
out-of-company stripes first class year. 
But woe the man who steps in front of 
"Killer" as he rides the waves through 
scuba school, airborne training, and the 
SWO community, hopefully right smack 
into BUD/S. RAL. 

Peter Noble Turner 

Peter came to Navy after a productive 
year in Southern California. His plebe 
year calculus grade left a lot of unanswered 
questions concerning his math SAT score. 
I don't know which was worse, Kaplan or 
the black plague? Later that year he 
knocked the bottom out of a knockabout. 
Due to the mild Annapolis weather Pete 
had to travel to Maine to see an actual 
snowstorm. Youngster year Pete realized 
his athletic prowess by making first team 
All-America in pistol. Pete was also well- 
liked in his company. He once even mailed 
his raingear to a plebette in need. He was 
offered a full ride at Texas A&M, which he 
considered to the point of making several 
visitations, but finally he turned it down. 
Pete faced a dilemma at service selection 
because he passes out at the control of 
small planes — what a night that was. 
Good luck in Pensacola, Pete. DB PR JH 

Jeffrey Lofton Valmus 

Jeff Valmus came to USNA from 
Brendon, Florida, and he is a true Flor- 
dian. Like all Floridians, he believes eve- 
rything from Florida is great. Jeff is a 
multi-talented athlete who tried his hand 
at many sports at USNA. He had a couple 
of stints with the golf team and was very 
strong in the bowling league. Jeff also tried 
his hand in a few different companies but 
found a nice little niche in 10th Company. 
Jeff has done well academically at the 
Academy, at least well enough to learn 
what life under the water is all about. The 
sad part is that such a life will separate 
him from Cathline, who we all know has a 
special place in his heart. 

Siegfried Roland Wulff 

Plebe year, Ziggy had his sights set on the 
Marine Corps, but he got along with their 
hair regs about as good as he got along 
with Don. That year he also became ac- 
quainted with the medicinal qualities of 
Lysol — OUCH! Youngster year began 
with a few good experiments in psychology 
on his roommate. Brian has yet to find his 
mind, much less his sheets and term pa- 
per. His favorite pastimes were Rugby, 
drinking, sleeping, girls, and standing re- 
striction as a result of these. He also en- 
joyed lifting weights at the Scenic Over- 
look, and how about that bleacher 
creature? Sometimes he was just so 
DAMM stupid. Zig however, was always 
there when you needed something, like an 
ID card or a few beers if you were a plebe. 
We wish Ziggy good luck with Navy Air; he 
will finally be able to outrun the State 
Troopers. Take care of yourself, we won't 
always be there to keep you out of trouble. 

The Brigade: Tenth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Carlos Zengotita, Christopher Schenck, James Childs, Ned Metcalf, John Cameron, Dimitrios Pappas, Napoleon 
Cayouette, Frederick Latrash, Kirklin Fletcher Row Two: John Fickle, John Wirries, Bartlett Harwood, Robert Monroe, 
Charles Gordon, Jimmie Tadlock, Susan Williams, Mary Balch Row Three: Joseph Morales, Matthew Bliss, David Ogden, 
Timothy Raynor, David Schiffman, Thomas Watson, John Martins, James Schmitt, Alan Boyer Not Shown: Mark Girardi, 
Brigitte Horner, Lee Lambert 


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LT David Portner 

Fa// Staff 

Company Commander: James Childs 
Company Sub Commander: Ned Metcalf 
Company Adjutant: Jimmie Tadlock 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Chris Schenck 
Company Sub Commander: Alan Boyer 
Company Adjutant: John Martins 

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Row One: Robert Curran, John 
Meighan, David Donnelly, Paul 
Tiede, Joseph Brennan, James Pro- 
tin, Michael Beno, Alan Miller, Paul 
Bertholf Row Two: Brian Novotny, 
Allen Mitchell, Brian Alexander, Carl 
Peterson, William Daisley, Todd 
Odegaard, Charles Marks, Henry 
Marxen, Daniel Hebert, Charles 
Howsare, Brian Gummin, Michael 
Hogan Row Three: Edward 
Strasser, Michael Lowe, William 
Cook, Stephen Ellis, David Maxwell, 
William Stites, Mark Franke, Daniel 
Garcia, Eugene Corrao 


Row One: Felix Bustillo, Dawn Hix- 
son, Roberta Hahn, Kathleen Ste- 
pien, Roni Plautz, Barbara Sousa, 
Lisa Skaggs, Haydee Lewis, Stephen 
Palmer Row Two: Clinton Carroll, 
Richard Williams, Roger Galbraith, 
Randall Casement, Stephen Dininger, 
Joseph Parks, Andrew Caufield, 
Michael Ladner, Bruce Czaja, 
Thomas Munro, Scott Wine Row 
Three: John M. Hunczak, Paul K. 
Averna, O.J. Block, Stephen Cook, 
John Ries, John St. Clair, Carl Ward, 
Raymond Vuicich, Paul Tortora, 
Glenn Barker Not Shown: Aaron 
Burton, David Cloe, John Coney, 
William Triplett 


Row One: Daniel Frost, Frederick 
Kacher, Warren Abel, Mark Hoff, 
Kai Yeh, Joseph Hyndman, Harvey 
Klyce, John Hardaway, Paul Sullivan 
Row Two: Frank Bendik, James 
Welsh, Jerome Wallace, Stephen 
Farmer, Sidney Jones, Michael 
Sweeney, James Burmeister, Michael 
McMillan, Earl Knight, Jaime 
Engdahl, Mark Donohue, Mark Dix- 
on Row Three: David Shay, Richard 
Grochowski, Andrew Cain, Bert 
Hays, Jerry Lavely, Alexander 
Chalmers, Enrique Palomo, Robert 
Garretson, Merle Hagmann, Chris 
DeChant Not Shown: Bryan Ba- 
quer, Peter Heringer, Douglas 

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The Brigade: Eleventh Company 

Mom, Dad, Karen and Boomer 
salute Ensign John Kenneth 
Martins, our aerospace 
engineer. We're happy and 
proud for you. Fly like an eagle 
and aim for the stars! 

Congratulations Terry. 
Love Molly, Rosie, Amy, 
Hannah, Alicia. Yea, Terry 
Tuffer, Brack, Alec Con, 
Ben, Sam, Bruce. 

2nd Lt. Jimmie Tadlock, 
USMC, "Semper Fidelis." 
We're very proud of you. 
May God continue to be 
your Guide. Love, Mom, 
Dad, Jerry, Johnny, Grandma. 

Tom . . .May the wind be 
always at your back. May 
the sun shine warm upon 
your face . . . Love, Mom and 

It is with admiration and 
joy that we bless you, Rob 
Monroe and we pray you'll 
use great wisdom in the 
knowledge you've received. 
Love, Dad, Mom, Joel. 

Congratulations Ensign 
David Ogden. Your 
determination, ability, 
faith and love will always 
make us proud. Mom, Dad, 

Congratulations to Ensign 
John Wallace Wirries. The 
first four were hard. The 
next six will come easier. 
God bless, keep and protect 
you. Your devoted Family. 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87, especially 
Mary Balch. We love you 
and are very proud of your 
accomplishments. Mom & Dad 

The Brigade: Eleventh Company 


Mary Elizabeth Balch 

Mary arrived at USNA from Cheshire, 
Connecticut wearing the smile that 
became her trademark. Knowing the ropes 
from older brother Wally '86, she breezed 
through fourth class year. With the '87 
scramble Mary moved from 19 to 11 where 
we became inseparable roommates. Mary 
became an academic inspiration to us all 
as she began her third semester on the 
Sup's list spending every night in the 
library. An interruption to Mary's 
studious habits came in the tall form of a 
Navy hoops player, Carl. Second class 
year brought academics that threatened to 
bring gloom to all except Mary who 
became our in-room EE prof with her 
"Undercover EI Sessions." First class year 
came and Mary became the XC captain, a 
role she filled excellently. Being a firstie 
also made life easier; Mary felt she needed 
to take the PCR twice just for the 
challenge. While Mich will remember you 
for your cat actings I'll remember you for 
being the best roomie. SLW. 

Matthew Scott Bliss 

Matt reported to USNA with a bad case of 
the runs, but he managed to make it 
through plebe year without being 
deflowered at the hands of his "real navy" 
roommie. After spending a summer on the 
yawl from hell, he showed up in 11 for a 
year of intense studying arid tape making. 
However, that was all to end upon forma- 
tion of the Pub second class year. That din 
of iniquity sent all its members' QPRS in- 
to a downward spiral as we attempted to 
set the rack triad record. After Christmas, 
Matt was mobile. Hello Manhattan. 
Spring Break with Dave and the boys, end 
of semester on Tybee Island. Matt re- 
turned from first class summer with a new 
set of fish and three stripes. Quick trip to 
Tybee, and we only broke down once. 
Then the weekend shuttle to Ithaca. After 
Christmas, mobile again. New Market: 
beer and quarters and flies. Thanks for all 
the good times buddy, happiness and suc- 
cess to you and Karen, see you on Tybee 
Island. JAM, 

Alan Lee Boyer 

Alan Lee Boyer marched into Camp 
Tecumseh from the spud fields and moun- 
tains of Idaho via "Aggieland," a seasoned 
veteran of the military school scene. His 
first bad decision, and one that he would 
curse for the much-studied years to follow, 
was to become an Electrical Engineer, 
condemning himself to that select few in 
the class with grades lower than the 
voltages in small batteries. Al has survived 
the program nonetheless, melting only a 
few resistors and EE lab desks on the way. 
His life was changed, however, when he 
met his wife-to-be second class year and 
decided to move out of Maury and into 
Baltimore. Those of us who had the 
pleasure of really knowing Al can say that 
he truly cared about all he did and stood 
for, and we wish he and Maryellen the best 
of luck and all success in their life 
together. (We have all decided not to tell 
Maryellen how Al manages his finances.) 

John Scott Cameron 

John Scott Cameron. Milton Academy '81. 
2 years at NAPS. Hamblet, Cameron, 
Keller, Rawhouser, Schofield. Mr. 
Kumangai, I don't know how to tell you 
this . . ."Tube steak smothered in UW." 
Black N Varsity letter offshore sailing. 
Brigade boxing. Deakin, Guy, Nagy, 
Brian, Bill, Merna, Cody, Roger, Phil. 
Never got to Panama. From Major Melson 
to Company Honor Rep to Deputy Vice 
Honor Chairman. "That'd be me sir, I'm 
the senior man here." Three striper libs 
convertible bug. Annapolis gigolo service. 
"Did you ever tell a girl you loved her?" 
"Customer always comes first." Con- 
firmed bachelor. Phone in his room. I 
know BH fan club. Great gymnastics fan, 
weekends in NH, fetal position. "I never 
. . ." "Buddies for life." Hey buddy, sport, 
pal, etc. What's her name again? TAD in 
Paris, Navy Air!, my best friend. WPH. 

Mark Edward Girardi 

Mark had it rough his early years at the 
academy, despite Earl's best effort to 
prepare him. He discovered being a mid- 
shipman has advantages as demonstrated 
by the hospitality of the Pasadena police 
and several other run-ins with the law. 
Within the academy, though, being a mid 
was not so impressive. "What, me a mid- 
shipman?" Mark spent much of his 
youngster year behind bars. He was forced 
to switch majors second class year because 
his rate of brain cell kills was exceeding 
the absorption coefficient needed for ME 
majors. Second class summer Mark toured 
with The Band occasionally being 
mistaken for tourists. The following sum- 
mer he debuted as a solo act doing "Te- 
quila." He also broke out of his slump in 
grand fashion going 4-for-4. This was a 
sign of better things to come. Firstie 
escapades followed: The Cabin 1&2. Lake 
Placid. Academy Motel. 5122. With Pen- 
sacola on the horizon, there is much re- 
joicing. JES. 

Charles Michael Gordon 

The earring before plebe summer pleased 
the 'rents-gave them confidence-Flash 
would be a success. Rigging heads and 
runic symbols; flipping classmates' racks; 
VanHalen Halloween and the annual 
fiasco: rack, eye chart, stereo. Wild man, 
following a truck by bike; the beginning of 
the gang; hurricane bath; then selling it to 
a naive boy, tsk. Having your license 
revoked; quadrupling pop's ticket record; 
Buy an RX-7, fuzz buster, a CB, & get two 
licenses. On the edge. By the edge? Speed 
records to Yale, GA, FL, NC, TX, OH. 
Women: Frank's sister, Int'l Ball, Copa, 
Fish Market. Jennifer; what's her name 
this time? One girl? Mindy. Wild man, 
wild woman: School; rumbles with Matt- 
EE=2 hours sleep. Math=unlimited. Sup's 
stars? psych! Summer: sailtramid grease; 
The Button; Panama; scuba boating; te- 
quila shots and Trivia — Political posters 
and Guads — Jose Cuervo parties SA. 
Edlaine — You surprised us all you made 
it. SJ, TS. 

Bartlett Harwood 

Terry spent plebe year in 29 and ran into 
some gung-ho squad leaders during plebe 
summer. Needless to say, Terry caught the 
Marine Corps bug about two weeks into 
U.S.N. A. and has had no hair ever since. 
Terry made the move to eleven in the 
"great scramble" and coped with the 
challenges of being a Mech. E. and varsity 
oarsman. Well, Mech. E. took a hit along 
the way but Terry continued rowing and 
getting haircuts for all four years. 
Throughout his time here, Terry has set a 
good example always telling me, "If you're 
going to do something, do it right!" Terry's 
attitude will make him successful at 
whatever he does. Best of luck to a man 
soon to be married. It's been a pleasure 
knowing you! JD. 

Brigitte Horner 

The Gidge came to "this wonderful in- 
stitution" all the way from Osterreich 
(that's Austria for you foreigners) via 
Missouri, USA. She quickly showed 
everyone why she made it here with those 
great grades and long jumps. Can you say 
study-buddy? Sometime into Second 
Class year she grew out of this pseudo- 
intellectual phase and acquired some 
useful knowledge of what this place is real- 
ly about — sleep! Her technique was 
perfected First Class year when she 
discovered she could still get the grades 
and turn out the lights at 9 pm. Aero 
engineering always was a cake major. The 
two loves of Brigitte's life are long jumping 
and flying, so it made sense when she 
chose sailing as her Firstie sport and 
General as her service selection. Whatever 
Brigitte's choices in life, they will lead to 
success. Have a great first tour in the 
beautiful state of Alaska. You'll have to 
show them what skiing really is — God 
Bless, Gidge. You've made it! 


The Brigade: Eleventh Company 

Napoleon Antoine Cayouette 

"Oh you can't help that," said the cat: 

"We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're 


"How do know I'm mad?," said Alice. 

"Oh, you must be," said the cat, "or you 

wouldn't have come here." 

-Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland 

James Carlton Childs 

James (Chilos) left the slopes of New 
Hampshire and came to USNA with his 
eyes on an F-14 and wings of gold. He 
quickly made friends and rose to be the 
"creme de la creme." Youngster year saw 
the satisfied bachelor return from Christ- 
mas leave a one-woman man, but who 
wouldn't have fallen for such a sweet girl? 
Second class year saw the death of his 
most prized Solomon T-shirt. As a first 
class, James discovered that his eyes 
didn't have the right stuff. He decided on 
the silent service, and soon found that 
talking to bankers about mutual funds was 
more lucrative than talking to "egos" with 
your hands. A Shakespeare-spouting math 
major who was always king of company 
racquet sports, he had a short fuse at 
times, but was always the best of friends. 
We will miss his humor and his good na- 
ture and we wish him the greatest suc- 
cesses. CRS. 

John Hugh Fickle 

John came to us from Elkhart, Indiana 
and can best be described, in his own 
words from youngster year, as a mutant. 
Never one to do things in the same man- 
ner as others, John's greatest studying 
technique was the "rack-on-it" method 
— the little known method of throwing 
your books on your rack and having the 
rack study for you. It must work since 
John wore stars during first class year. 
Academics was not the only thing John 
did differently. In athletics John was 
playing heavyweight football and plebe 
year crew, he demonstrating his love for 
the contact sports or those which are 
just messed up. If he did not get his way 
on the playing field, John would just re- 
double his effort and apply the "Fickle 
force-it" method. In his social life, John 
could party and abuse people with the 
best of them and demonstrated it often. 
He enriched all our lives and will be a 
great addition to the submarine force. 
Live Long and Prosper, John DLS. 

Kirklin Cathedris Fletcher 

I came here thinking that it would be a 
cool place to hang out for four years. As it 
turned out, it was not quite that cool. I did, 
however, acquire knowledge and discipline 
that I probably would not have found any- 
where else. Thoughts of becoming an of- 
ficer did cross my mind every now and 
then, but I was not sure as to what type I 
should be. Now, only four months away 
from The Basic School, I am sure that I 
will be a fine officer, despite what some 
people think. I spend my free time, what 
little I have, talking to the ladies and mix- 
ing all types of crazy music together. 
These activities even keep me sane during 
times of anxiety and depression. I will 
continue to mix songs together as long as 
there are songs to mix, and talk to the 
ladies as long as there are ladies to talk to. 
I think I may even continue to be a marine 
as long as there is a Marine Corps to be in. 

Lee Anne Lambert 

Through the years at the Academy, 
through all the trials and regulations 
(EN.EE.reg PE gear) "the Kid" discovered 
the true meaning of First Class year (the 
rack by 9) despite a heavy academic load 
(English) and "Bend-Over Buddy." "The 
Kid" almost left this great institution of 
higher learning youngster year, but she 
made the right (?) decision and graduation 
is finally here. Along the way she managed 
to earn a brown belt in Judo along with her 
jump wings and, let's not forget, the mas- 
terful completion of EE 622. That was 
Second Class year. Receiving her MRS 
degree, a total surprise to everyone, she 
was ready to face her final battle with the 
alarm clock First Class year (will it survive 
the trauma of the wall?) Yes, three years 
have passed, a time in which I have come 
to know "my roomie" better than perhaps 
even she realizes. Yes, the Corps is getting 
one heck of an officer. Always have faith, 
Lee, always go for the gold. 

Frederick Latrash 

Narrowly escaping a perilous childhood in 
the jungle of Brasil, Fred "Pepe" Latrash 
took sanctuary at USNA. Unwittingly, 
he'd gone from the headhunter's broth in- 
to the "fryer." Entirely too visible, the 
elevator POW smiled through year #1. 
With the cult of the brick alley pub, he 
learned to "sail and win," "drink and lose," 
and "hunt shark" enroute to the islands. 
Europe was next. Making a splash was the 
game and hidden Alpine rivers and lovely 
Venitian canals were the same. One sum- 
mer, in a desperate attempt to purge 
gunginess and acrophobia, Pepe risked 
and fell from perfectly "un" safe airplanes 
in order to make it to the beach by four- 
teen hun — um — 2 p.m. "He's a lover; 
he's a fighter; he's a Navy diver." Uni- 
versal Truths: Never going to get married. 
Ned's a wild babe. Never going to die — 
unless the Boy falls into his own smile, but 
know that he'll drag you along, baby. As- 
teroids are closer in the front seat. Love, 
HSH, Inc. 

John Kenneth Martins 

"And I've got a strong urge to fly!" Hey 
Hey John, (Jahnnie, Buddha, Schweem- 
ball) what have you done? The happy child 
from East Lyme, Connecticut makes a 
splash with a mangled wrist all through 
plebe summer! Gaa! Sweet Innocence 
marching the bricks for the rest of plebe 
year. Drinking, drinking. Youngster year 
and the Rugby Man! A day in the life — 
Boom! Drinking fry. Hey ho, a purifying 
restriction. Balding, drinking, Ned (Ned?); 
"That's not even cool!" Big type Second 
Class Honcho; can we say "The Worm"? 
Clean this room! Such a mess. Sweet 
sound of a crying alarm and lost roomie. 
"You turned the alarm off!" Sleep, baby. 
Aero-what? "No, I really failed it this 
time." Dant's List, honey. And the ladies. 
"Open your eyes, I've got a big surprise." 
20/25? Sorry. First Class, all the way. 
Happy Squad Frumpy-Aviation-Tweetie- 
Crabs. Knisely done. Future: "Best Damn 
Fighter Jock!" We know it's there. Fly high 
and proud. JGS. 

The Brigade: Eleventh Company 


Ned Winford Metcalf 

What ever you want to call him-"Buddha" 
"Ace" *@&x?!!! or just plain old Ned, He's 
the best of friends. You'd like to hear some 
stories? Hey Ned! What about the picnic 
tables and obnoxious dogs of P-Cola? How 
about Pittsburgh's stewardesses wanting 
to spread their wings? Sleeping Ring 
Dance dates . . . that wake up? Flight 
lessons with sleepy instructors? That hole 
in the LZ at Quantico? First Class cruise 
and the English girls of Venice? Rainy 
days in Quebec, Your skill as an all- 
weather driver. Don't forget Plebe year, 
NAPS, The good times with Tim, Your 
great friends in 1 1th company and the rest 
of the Brigade, and your super Family, 
especially your Mom. Fair winds and 
following seas my friend. Keep in touch 
with your friends and good memories. 
We'll read this together someday and 
laugh about the old days. MB. 

Robert David Monroe 

Robbie, Golden Boy from California. 
Plebe year: Lee, Wayne, Mark, shower 
photos, Kris — 2 letters a day. Youngster 
year: New roommates, both extremes, 
nightly debates, the superiority of 
Engineering. "Her? I met her in Japan." 
ASTRO, a frigid X-mas dance, POLO! 
4000 at Army. 2/c year: two-man room? 
Psyche! The superiority of Poly-Sci, sex- 
ed by J.C., flaming ants, cheated: Ring, N, 
Dance and Prom. Summer: Marine, er, 
Surf-bum, F/A-18 ride, canal skiing and 
late night doorbell ringing. Lee and Chel 
till 4? 1/c year: Polo, no polo; car, no car; 
Log: Co cuties to center fold. 16-year-olds: 
a future investment. Crossing Khadaffi's 
"Line of Death" brought stories forever 
but hope bombs don't do permanent 
damage. We shared everything from 
clothes to money to girlfriends. You stick 
to politics and I'll handle the sports 
page.Our fond memories(black socks)will 
always be on my mind as your alpha code 
in my locker. Merry xmas baby. Lee. 

Joseph Arthur Morales 

Life at the Academy was never particular- 
ly tough for Joe (a.k.a Crash), especially 
when he wasn't on restriction. Possessing 
the uncanny ability to derive formulas on 
tests, some call this genius, Joe never 
studied much and was able to log more 
rack hours than both of his pub room- 
mates combined. He also found time for 
activities such as inventing the better 
doorstop, trisecting an angle, and road 
tripping with the boys to Savannah in his 
trusty bug. Joe returned from Colorado for 
first class year after slipping the rock to 
his high school sweetheart and renewing 
his friendship with Budweiser. Other 
memorable moments in the Mexican's 
career were the black eye that ate Manhat- 
tan, muggings in Washington square park, 
eating live flies at Mac's cabin, and getting 
airborne qualed from Mike's roof. You've 
been a great friend, I'll always remember 
afternoons at Cantler's and nights at the 
Korean Village. MSB. 

David Averitt Ogden 

Dave entered the naval service via NAPS 
a naive schoolboy. After a year with the 
"real Navy", Dave checked into 11 as the 
company lonesome cowboy. Youngster 
year, Dave realized EE wasn't enough of a 
challenge and asked the AC board if he 
could switch to Phy. Sci. This is when 
Dave developed his 9mm and Harley 
Davidson fetishes. However, by the end of 
second class year, things were looking up. 
He returned from Savannah in the Blue 
Devil, which became the Pub's traveling 
gun shop and liquor store. First class year 
Drought many new and exciting changes. 
After sleeping on the lawn of the Tri Delta 
house at Cornell, Dave managed to win 
the heart of Nancy (a 100% yankee) in the 
midst of some pretty stiff competition. 
After which, Dave made many high speed 
and heavily armed trips to Ithaca and 
towns in between. At the time of this 
writing, Dave's drinking Coronas with the 
Skivs deep in the heart of Texas, where he 
always wanted to be. 

Jimmie Carter Tadlock, Jr. 

Poor Jimmie came from the wastelands of 
Texas, a barren country separate from the 
US in it own way. Upon arriving to USNA, 
Jimmie had an especially difficult time as 
he was not only made to put up with the 
pressures of plebe year but was also forced 
to learn a new language, English. Even as 
a first class, Jimmie would sometimes 
drift back into his own dialect. If it had 
not been for his roommate of two years, 
Dave, who translated on many occasions, 
Jimmie could have gone weeks without be- 
ing understood. As first class year came to 
an end, Jimmie finally became fluent in 
English. However, victory was not to be 
won by his roommatej, who had worked so 
hard to teach him English. For service 
selection Jimmie chose Marine Corps, and 
as everyone knows, Marines don't know 
how to speak English either. If they could, 
they would not have to bark to be 
understood. So alas poor Jimmie will have 
to spend 6 months in the swamps at 

Thomas Cooper Watson 

Tom comes from Birmingham, Michigan. 
He graduated an electrical engineer and 
surprised everyone service selection night 
by going Corps. He spent three and one 
half years as a varsity sailor until his 
desire to be sat and take weekends forced 
him to play company intramurals. Tom 
and his roommate Fletch will always be 
remembered for having payed Rob and 
Gordo fifty dollars each for their room 
first class year. It was named Cap'n Kirk's 
Motel and was the only room in the com- 
pany to have two complete stereos and a 
carpet. Tom's '74 Mustang was the butt of 
many jokes, spending more time in the 
shop than on the road. The computer he 
was able to buy, however, saved the life of 
many of his classmates the night before a 
major paper was due. Thank God Tom is 
not going SWO after the Shenandoah 
disaster in Atlantic City. Tom's lasting 
mark on the Academy will be his work on 
Patton's for which his name will be forever 
cursed among plebes. 

Susan Lynn Williams 

Sweet Susan arrived at USNA as a true 
Southern Belle from Monticello, Georgia. 
Bearing the nickname "Scarlet," she sur- 
vived plebe year with her roommate Suni. 
Third class year Susan put down her 
pom-poms and donned foul weather gear, 
as she began sailing 420's with her All- 
American skipper, George, and her dear 
friend Allie. I finally moved in with Susan 
and at the same time Navy's point guard 
moved into her life. Now the both of us 
became avid b-ball fans making many road 
trips, especially to JMU. The academics of 
second class year hit hard. We learned 
that you can cram 4 weeks of EE in 1 
night, that the PCR was meant to be taken 
twice, and we'll all pass the mile with help 
from good friends like Jeanne. First class 
year came and Susan took advantage of 
every liberty moment cruising out of here 
in her Porsche. Phew.we made it! Look 
out INTEL here comes our Belle! Room- 
mates for Life. Love ya Susan, Mary E. 

John Wallace Wirries 

John came to U.S.N. A. from Minnesota 
with visions of jets in his mind. After sign- 
ing up for aero and too many all-nighters, 
he and the eye doctor decided that flying 
wasn't for John. After trying varsity track 
and varsity sailing, John decided that he 
needed the grades more than the thrills 
and hit the books. But studying paid off 
with good grades and an appointment to 
nuke school in Orlando, Florida. John 
leaves U.S.N.A. for deep blue water and 
points unknown. His silver dolphins 
earned over first class cruise give him a 
good start on his career. I'm sure his nuke 
bonus won't hurt either. Happy hunting. 


The Brigade: Eleventh Company 

Dimitrios Anastasious 

After brief stops at NAPS and 28th com- 
pany, Dimi began his first class years. His 
logic was already fouled, however, with the 
loss of Linda Lou and the start of his 
parting with wrestling. "She's not that tall, 
short, young; When I'm 30 she'll be 23." 
No Dimi, when you were 16, she was 9. 
Without the Nuge, Dough Boy was his 
release. Dimi wasn't as shackled in his 85 
and 86 first class years so he could go to 
New York, maybe Europe, no wait, the 
Vous or Florida all at 8. Dimi always keeps 
us laughing. Who could forget the dizzy 
izzy king or the biker with the surfboard? 
Remember when his brother played a 
practical joke on him by parking various 
cars around the yard? Dimi knows cars. 
Turkey day — no alternator. Crossing 
tires when rotating. For these reasons, 
Dimi got a van or was it a bike? No, wait, it 
was a 'vette- I think. Good luck in your 
quest for .500 and at Pensacola. I'd trust 
you with my $40 million aircraft. MEG. 

Christopher Robert Schenck 

Chris Schenck, or the "Shanker," as he is 
affectionately called by those who have 
had the dubious honor of playing squash 
and basketball with him, sauntered into 
Canoe U. one fateful summer day in '83 
leaving Rutgers and southern Joisey be- 
hind. Little did he know of the soaring 
heights of magnificence he would achieve 
in his brief but fun-filled tenure. There 
was, however, one small detail that he did 
know, unequivocally and without ques- 
tion: he was going to be a fighter jock even 
if he had to sleep constantly to avoid 
straining his eyes. In fact, Chris could be 
seen many an afternoon dreaming about 
the wild blue in his rack, always face down 
to keep the eyes moist, while his books lay 
ever waiting and lonely on his neglected 
desk. Chris' openness and unflagging de- 
votion to everything he believes in has 
made him a friend to all, second to none. 
We wish Chris and Beth all the good times 
and success they so richly deserve. JCC. 

David Lee Schiffman 

Shifty came to us from the great state of 
California. His home was the port of San 
Diego, where he first fell in love with the 
sea and surface combatants. Of course he 
was slight of build when he arrived at 
USNA. This came from his avid love of 
tennis. By the end of a very tough plebe 
summer, Dave was reduced to a meager 
120 pounds. Not to be undaunted by this 
setback, Dave quickly applied himself to 
his eating. He perfected the art of ob- 
taining seconds in King Hall. His system 
included several chiefs and wardroom 
workers, who were always ready to provide 
Dave with the extra calories needed to be a 
proper SWO daddy. The resulting gain 
also provided Shifty with more friends, 
those that worked in the repair tailor shop. 
Dave definitely made these individuals 
earn their wages as he often brought down 
pants to be let out. In the end his hard 
training paid off as he selected SWO and 
even got to return to San Diego. JT & JF. 

James Gordon Schmitt 

"And a rock never gets small!" Coming 
from high school, Jim quickly adapted to 
life as a history major. After the D&B 
drinking fry, he discovered the "Four 
years together by the bay" weren't going to 
live up to the time in '69 when the Mets 
went all the way. Handing papers in 3 
weeks late, he turned to the Talisman to 
substitute for thinking sessions under the 
big tree. With the discovery of Bingham- 
ton, he ventured into the world of women 
and alcohol and the sink would often be 
filled with his dinner. Having survived the 
USNA laundry system, the future Pinoch- 
le King will have no problems on the USS 
Vreeland after he learns to like black cof- 
fee, puts on 30 pounds and becomes a 
chain smoker. Whatever happens in the 
future, Jim will be sure to return to Farm- 
ingdale, L.I. for the annual Turkey Bowl 
and to resume his competition with Corky. 
We wish him luck. JKM. 

Carlos Juan Zengotita 

Zengo came to good oP USNA from the 
Big Apple via the Navy's enlisted ranks. 
He was always pretty quiet and to himself 
in the Hall, but when it came to meeting 
women this Puerto Rican Casanova had 
no problems. The impossible did finally 
happen during his final year by the bay. 
He fell in love with Rita, and wedding bells 
rang. Rita probably isn't aware of what a 
good jumper C'los is, but if she says 
"Zengotita jump a little higher!", she will 
find out. She also probably doesn't know 
that he used to be the lead barber at the 7- 
1 barber shop Plebe year. Of course he 
didn't cut hair for nothing, he did march 
tours for everyone's hair he cut. Carlos had 
the aspiration to FLY NAVY and be a P-3 
Jock, and his dream came one step closer 
Service Selection Night. Hopefully he will 
drive those birds better than he does his 
Volkswagon. All kidding aside, Carlos has 
been a great friend and a fun person. I 
wish him all the best. KRB. 

The Brigade: Eleventh Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Marc Dalton, Guy Jackson, Edward Kovanic, Gregory Contaoi, Douglas Masters, Philip Horrisberger, Edward 
Holland, David Bragg, David Wertman Row Two: John Ortiz, John Hair, Paul Espinosa, Joseph Lara, Thomas Belesimo, 
Jason Pugh, Stephen Garrett, Kenneth Clark Row Three: Mark Broshkevitch, Robert Dietz, Ross Beaton, John Stevenson, 
Andrew Pray, John Adams, David Folsom, Daniel Basil, Olin Filyaw Not Shown: Kirk Benson, William Byrne, John 
Loesch, Michael Spanos, Chad VanHulzen 

LT Paul Hoban 


The Brigade: Twelfth Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: John Ortiz 
Company Sub Commander: Gregory Contaoi 
Company Adjutant: John Stevenson 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Edward Holland 
Company Sub Commander: Chad Van Hulzen 
Company Adjutant: Philip Horrisberger 

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The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Jeffrey Forte, Donald 
Holl, Erin Martin, Brandee Polowy, 
Kathleen Toomey, Kerry Romig, 
Patricia Turney, Scott Kisch, Ber- 
nard Werner Row Two: Michael 
Samuelson, Eugene Cobey, Bernardo 
Roig, Patrick Steele, Erik Knutila, 
Anthony Eaton, John Watson, 
Richard Kammann, Paul D'Alessan- 
dro, Glenn Gay, James Darcy Row 
Three: Thomas Ungard, Fred Sever- 
son, Eduardo Sandoval, Dirk Heinz, 
Craig Miller, Robert Jackson, Sean 
Hamilton, Juan Osorno, Mark Miller 
Not Shown: James Laingen, 
Frederic Malek 


Row One: Jarrod Nixon, John 
Wilson, Gregory Potteiger, Robert 
Smith, Michael Elton, Edward Iocco, 
David Laderer, William Pennington, 
Javier Garcia Row Two: Kevin 
Campbell, Wade Turvold, Matthew 
Groom, John Orr, Curtis West, Dave 
Maxwell, Troy Holland, Paul Dabbar, 
Daniel Thoele, Paul Ghyzel, Anthony 
Bogard, Marko Medved, Samuel 
Nava, Brian Britton Row Three: 
John Hogan, Matthew Shade, Ken- 
neth Grimes, Earl Jones, Kevin Voss, 
Dennis O'Leary, Todd Flannery, Paul 
Cook, James Gay, David Anselmi, 
Brent Courier, George Apollonio 


Row One: Philip Beckman, Eric Zer- 
phy, Eugene Robertson, Thomas 
Williams, Gregory Gillette, Paige 
Fraughnaugh, Todd Douglas, Richard 
Haberlin, Michael Gochis Row Two: 
Scott Murray, John Fischbach, Fran- 
cis Castellano, William Jetton, James 
Proudfit, Martin Whitfield, Geoffrey 
Grindeland, Michael Crespo, Keith 
Knutsen, Kersas Dastur, Linda 
Slootmaker, Leonard Reed, Sinthi 
Nguyen Row Three: Frederica 
Spilman, Michael Giles, Michael 
Ruehring, Darrin Frazier, Raymond 
Roberts, Richard Reynolds, Putnam 
Browne, Michael Stanzel, Kelly 
Mackey, Matthew Klemish, Kevin 
Steck Not Shown: Stacey Dan- 
nenberg, Daniel Gordillo 


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Congratulations and best 
wishes to 12th Co. and the 
Class of 87. Daniel we 
are proud of you. Semper 
Fi. Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations Greg! 
As ever we're very proud 
of you and we love you. 
Mom, Dad, Robert and 

Congratulations Kirk, we 
never had any doubts you 
would make it. We are 
proud of you. Love Mom and 

With love, admiration, and 
great pride, we congratu- 
late Ensign Chris I. Upham 
12th Co. God bless you and 
keep you safe from harm. 
Mom and George. 

Congratulations Joseph- 
We're proud of you! God's 
speed to you, 12th Co. and 
Class of '87! Love, Mom, 
Dad '61, Jim '84, Anne 
Marie (CSU '87), Mike and 

Congratulations and best 
wishes for a bright and 
successful future to Ensign 
Bob Dietz, the 12th Co., and 
the entire Class of 
'87. Your family and 
friends are extremely 
proud of your accomplish- 
ments. Be proud, be con- 
fident and continue to set 
your goals high. May God 
be with you always. Love 
Mom and Dad. 

Thank you Lord Jesus, for 
seeing him through, he 
couldn't have made it with 
out you! Congratulations 
Ensign Tom Belesimo. We 
love you. Dad, Mom, Frank, 
Nick and Adam. 

To the Class of '87, 
Bravo Zulu! 

To ENS Mark Broshkevitch 
and the Class of '87: Con- 
gratulations and God's 
blessings! Love, Mom and 

Dear Doug, Congratulations 
on your greatest achieve- 
ment ever. May your future 
always be bright. Love 
alwyas, Mom, Dad, Lori, 
Dena, and Brian. 

Congratulations John Hair 
and 12th Co., Class of 
'87. John, we're proud of 
your accomplishemts. Well 
done! Best of luck in the 
future. Love, Mom, Dad, 
Kathy, Curt, Mike, Janet, 
Steve, Tom, Gma.J., Gpa.G. 

To Midn. Brian Wertman, 
and all his fellow mids 
in 12th Company and the 
Drum and Bugle Corps: 

"Best wishes in your 
lives and careers . . . 
May America's leaders 
never ask you to fight 
for any cause less than 


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The Brigade: Twelfth Company 


John Jay Adams 

When I first met J.J. I sent medical in to 
see if he was alive. It turned out he had a 
rare condition; he had to remain horizon- 
tal for extended periods to prevent ex- 
cessive blood flow to his feet. Coming from 
a tobacco farm in backwoods Kentucky, 
J.J. earned recognition as a P.O.S. J.J. was 
well known at local high schools as the 
lollipop kid, where he found his first love, 
Mitzi. J.J. was known for road trips: Pott- 
sville, Delaware, R.E.M., Hood, Goucher, 
and his favorite, out to B.K., where he has 
tilted a few brews. I still remember his 
"dining out" chits (grabbing a burger on 
the way to the airport). Roommates were 
always a problem, like PeeWee, Cocoa 
Daddy, and Ditz Daddy. As an underclass, 
J.J. was known to cause some commotion, 
especially with Depino. As a CompSci, J.J. 
spent four years in the rack, getting ready 
for the Supply Corps. Good luck in the 
real world and with I.B.M. We'll all miss 
you and your wit. DLB. 

Daniel Lee Basil 

From Dundalk, Maryland, Bagel came to 
USNA — for what, I haven't figured out. 
It's free? We met youngster year, and 
we've been roommates ever since. Dan had 
priorities, rack now and rack later, and he 
set out to sleep at least two of the four 
years here, waking up for the weekends. 
Liberty with Dan was great, checking out 
the BK lounge, high school girls, touring 
Pottsville; moving on to Sting (tree ac- 
tion), Philadelphia twice, my first time in 
Dundalk (hold your nose); and making the 
circuit (w/Olin) to Hood, Goucher, Notre 
Dame, plus many nights at the Depot! The 
Kid spent many hours working out; little 
did he know that it was for the Marine 
Corps (flip a coin). Dan was the B-ball fan, 
especially for a road trip to Dayton. 
Remember budget beer, Ft. Lauderdale 
with Cocoa, spring weekend in Kentucky 
(You saale shuus?), fieldball, Vice club, 
PeeWee bonfires, supporting Spoonie, 
adopting Olin, plus the Coast Button. JJA. 

Ross Cameron Beaton 

Four long years. Long years, but good 
years. Where else can you get paid to go to 
school, and then get a job right after 
graduation? I came to the Academy to be a 
jet jockey like my uncle. I'm leaving the 
Academy as a bubblehead like my dad. 
Why did he do it, you ask? Was it the 
money? No, tasting and retasting my 
lunch in P-cola is what convinced me. So, 
I won't be Top Gun. I'll be Top Torpedo. 
Strive for excellence. That's the goal of 
this place. Grades, ECAs, Sports, Social 
life. I devoted a year to each one of those. I 
don't know which I like best, but it's 
definitely not the academics. Too much 
work. After three years, I know twelfth 
company pretty well. We survived a lot of 
changes. I hope we can do as well in the 
future as we have in the past. Good luck to 
all of you. God Bless. 

Thomas Raymond Belesimo 

"Bullethead" came to USNA b« — 
North Babylon, New York, and a close- 
knit family that followed his successes 
with proud admiration. An accomplished 
gymnast, he devoted long hours to prac- 
tice, perfecting the routines that he ex- 
ecuted with what seemed to be effortless 
skill. Despite his near fatal crash 
youngster year, Tommy finished out his 
second and first class years competing for 
Navy. Adventurous and unpredictable, we 
never knew what Tommy was up to next. 
After his Christmas visit to Israel, we 
learned to expect just about anything from 
the mid with the psychotic laugh. But 
while he loved to do the unexpected, and 
make you wonder what was next, Tommy 
will be remembered above all as a dear 
friend who worked for the things he 
believed in. He shared his successes and 
triumphs with family, friends, and his 

Kenneth Lee Clark 

From the sleepy suburbs of Sacramento, 
Ken, a highly successful ET-2, took a 
wrong turn and wound up at USNA. 
Thinking he was smart, this closet History 
major became an Electrical Engineer. In- 
stead of enjoying himself, the masochist 
"bettered" himself into an Ac-board. For- 
tunately for the EE gouge-seekers, Ken 
will probably be the first EE to graduate 
with 3 Fs. After Plebe year, Ken dropped 
from 7-4 into 12, where "wardroom" wars 
landed him with a 5K for disrespect. First 
class year saw Ken falling back on History 
in order to be sat and being a "big brother" 
to Debbie, a long-time friend from 
Sacramento who moved to Annapolis for 
want of anything better to do. Even after 
his illustrious career, Admiral McKee 
misread his nuclear application and ac- 
cepted him into the Sub program. 
Although he's difficult in the morning, 
Ken is a great friend, and I'm certain he'll 
go far as a bubble head. DBW or PeeWee 
or Photon man or . . . 

Gregory Vidanya Contaoi 

Greg, a native Californian, came to USNA 
only to find that Annapolis is not as sunny 
as the West Coast. He lost his tan, but ad- 
justed quickly and excelled during his next 
four years. Greg contributes his top 100 
status to Friday night hearts, his powerful 
2 watt stereo system and weekly excur- 
sions to Philly. But seriously, Greg's 
achievements are impressive: a major in 
systems engineering, a minor in German, 
YP skipper, winner of the ghetto lottery, 
NAVTAG genius, brigade handball cham- 
pion and company subcommander. A true 
outdoorsman, he survived rattlesnakes 
and marauding bears at the Philmont 
Scout Ranch to represent USNA on his 
summer leave. Greg loves cold weather 
camping — absolute zero seems to be his 
ultimate goal. His car may not be a 
Porsche but it is equipped with a panic 
button. With his ambition, Greg will make 
an excellent SWO daddy. DRM. 

Marc Henry Dalton 

Accepted to almost e"Very major college, 
Marc chose the Academy to pursue his 
unlimited potential. He still thumbs 
through acceptance letters, wondering 
what if . . . Just another presidential pup- 
py! Then again, he's not "just another" 
anything. From the beginning, this Navy 
brat was out to prove he had something to 
offer. He blew through Systems and added 
some stripes for a challenge. Don't let him 
fool you -'neath the gold and glitter is an 
ordinary Joe out to kick a little butt, his 
own way. Skiing a double-diamond or pur- 
suing nubile young lasses, the competitive 
streak rings loud and strong. You won't 
find him here on a weekend — too much 
out there to conquer. He's been set back, 
but he'll never admit it, which makes Marc 
Marc. It's scary to think about him with a 
nuke command, but I'm sure we'll read 
about it. To the old times, buddy . . . girls 
with intellect, mogul fields, compromise, 
no friction. A great friend, tear it up! WH. 

Robert Scott Dietz 

Bob came to Annapolis from Madison, 
Wisconsin. He wasted no time in making 
himself known around Hubbard Hall and 
proved an unexpected gift to Coach 
Dreyfus. Sophomore year began with a 
championship at the Head of the 
Schuylkill, and the beginning of a major in 
math. "No papers, no labs — that's the 
major for me." By this time it was obvious 
that Bob's accent was in no danger of 
eradication, and his nicknames blos- 
somed. "Blob," "Coach," and "Ditz" are 
just a few of his many aliases. Junior year 
Bob ran as usual and took up biking. He 
also took up seeing a girl in Baltimore, and 
for never having enough time to spend 
there, he spent an awful lot of time there. 
Senior year culminated in a lot of hard 
work and harder play. Nuke School looked 
good, and Bob, as always, did what he said 
he would never do. As a veteran of many 
adventures with Bob and many Army- 
Navy games, I will miss him. A great guy 
and a fine friend, I wish him, as everybody 
does, only the best. STC. 


The Brigade: Twelfth Company 

Kirk Raymond Benson 

Kirk arrived at Canoe U. from California 
and ended up in Sweet 16. After a grueling 
plebe year, Kirk "transferred" to the Dirty 
Dozen where he found life to be far dif- 
ferent. Kirk made his first impression in 
12th by spooning all the plebes the first 
day back. He soon realized that he hadn't 
had a real plebe year, although our first 
class made sure our third class year made 
up for any of our shortcomings. Kirk 
earned the honor of being the first of our 
classmates in the company to get engaged. 
Shortly thereafter he earned the honor of 
being the first to call off an engagement. 
Kirk was always extremely professional, 
so much so that he took the PCR 5 times. 
Service selection proved to be a difficult 
time for Kirk, especially since a coin has 
only two sides. Kirk is a great guy and a 
true friend. You will do well in whatever 
you do. Mabu Hai, Ensign Benson. PE. 

David Lee Bragg 

Dave arrived at USNA straight from the 
uncharted reaches of West Virginia, 
fascinated by such things as indoor plum- 
bing and electricity. After an initiation in 
23rd Company, Wiener had his real plebe 
year in 12th Company, thanks to Dan and 
JJ. A masochistic semester as an EE con- 
vinced him that his future lay elsewhere, 
namely, in front of a computer screen at 
three in the morning. The next two years 
Dave devoted to an intense study of the 
Blue Magnet and its effects on mid- 
shipmen. The findings of this study 
earned Spaz the "Rack King" crown 
despite intense competition from Holmes. 
Dave woke up long enough to collect his 
nuke power bonus and make his predes- 
tined choice of submarines. With his 
training we know he will succeed in a 
world without light. We wish him the best 
of luck. MRB. 

Mark Robert Broshkevitch 

Mark arrived at USNA on his eighteenth 
birthday with an impressionable mind and 
an extremely short girlfriend. Beaker sur- 
vived a "real" plebe year in Serene Eigh- 
teen by keeping a low profile and avoiding 
Chuck Smith and Haaable. The scramble 
left him in 12th Company, where, thanks 
to Folsom, the still unexplained legacy of 
the "Holmes" began. Second class year 
Mark took a vacation to Colorado where 
his mind was poisoned by the Zoomies and 
he escaped the grip of the Short One. 
Holmes returned to USNA with a cadet 
girlfriend and thoughts of a career in the 
Air Force until the trauma of a semester 
with Daltoid brought him back to reality. 
Plebe detail was endured with the help of 
Fast Eddie and afternoon golf. Spaz and 
Holmes were the rack twins first semester 
but were broken up when Holmes became 
Batt Cdr for the home stretch. He got his 
pilot slot and headed to P-Cola with Fast 
Eddie and Philburt. We wish him the best 
of luck. 

William Declan Byrne, Jr. 

Thanks, Mom and Dad. I love you both. 
Thanks Jo-Ann, John, Tom, and Shannon 
for pushing me. Thanks to ALD, Bueno, 
CJ, Chud, Beave, and Mike for pulling me 
through. Thanks to Mo, Ed, Lar, and Char 
for still liking me after all those intercep- 
tions. Well, I fooled them all, and I finally 
made it! I'm history . . . see ya, meat! 

Paul Edward Espinosa 

Paul started his illustrious career in 4th 
Company. It was there that he earned his 
first nickname, Bilginosa. Moving into the 
12th Company, he received a chance to 
redeem himself. It was soon found that his 
nickname was not appropriate; he became 
known as a "plebe's best friend." In fact, 
Paul looked out for others so much that as 
a squad leader, he lost an entire night of 
sleep because he had to rank one of his 
squadmates last. Regardless of the per- 
sonality that Paul projected, his innocent 
aura was far from truthful. After receiving 
his first 5000 series offense as a youngster 
for drinking on watch, those lonely days of 
restriction taught Paul a valuable lesson, 
don't get caught! Once he acquired the art, 
he escaped close calls such as driving in 
the yard on liberty in civies as an 
underclass. We're all happy you got your 
service selection; you deserve it. Best of 
luck always. Thanks for always lending an 
ear. ETK. 

Olin Oscar Filyaw 

Picture a 208-lb. mountain of marine 
potential coming to USNA. The result: a 
175 lb. twisted individual at graduation. 
Each morning would find Ollie bright- 
eyed(?) and bushy-tailed(?), an optimist 
in the truest sense(?). Take a look at dis! 
Doiing! His taunting of poor Bagel, his 
gracious gifts to lady friends (lamps?), and 
his amazing driving ability have marked 
his senior year. Always a social butterfly, 
this year he even let JJ, Dan, and me go 
out with him sometimes. Through many 
hours of practice, he perfected the sleeping 
art form (SLUG!). From the rack, his 
leadership carried the company basketball 
team to Brigade Championship. His com- 
mitment to excellence is even reflected in 
his choice of roommates, P.O.S. and Bagel 
(where professionalism is the norm). The 
question — does Ollie enjoy anything? 
The answer — yes, anything that keeps 
his olin happy. I must admit, it has been a 
blast. It's finally over, imagine that. SCG. 

David Robert Folsom 

After four years, six roomies, two and a 
half million meters, hundreds of 0545 
practices, four girlfriends, 144 semester 
hours, two cars, one short haircut, 30 days 
of restriction, one perpetually over- 
extended Master Card, and one great love 
for the rack — this had better be it. I 
guess, in the end, nothing here was im- 
possible, only maturity-stunting. I've met 
some life-long friends here, but also a few 
people who deserve to be tossed off the 
Bay Bridge — in pieces. I don't think I'll 
be one of those grads who comes back, giv- 
ing advice and talking about "the good old 
days." Rather, I'll be on the beach, if I'm 
lucky. I've got to catch up on all the social- 
ly destructive behavior I had to abandon 
when I came here. The Corps better 
understand. Thanks Hadji and the Smith 
Effect, for the first year; Stumpy and 
Philbert, for the second; and the Bear, for 
the last two. Couldn't have done it without 
you guys. 

Stephen Chamy Garrett 

Spoonie was unlike any other. There was 
the trip to NYC (expensive, yes — 
pleasurable, no!). The avid love affair with 
his alarm. (So how did you like shoveling 
snow?) And what's a year without great 
roommates! Mustn't forget the REM con- 
cert ($13.50 for a few hours of sleep). 
Whether attending an opera at the Ken- 
nedy Center, buying a beer at the corner, 
or, for that matter, purchasing a 
cheeseburger at McDonald's, Spoonie just 
never had quite enough money. And who 
would wonder why? With a wardrobe to 
out-do any trend-setter — his search was 
for the perfect moment of bliss. You see, 
Spoonie's dates were special, and his bank 
account usually reflected it. They started 
with initial investments that would have 
made Rockerfeller's mouth water, but end- 
ed in total economic deprivation (ab- 
solutely no gain, monetary or otherwise). 
$$ flashed in Steve's eyes when he choose 
nuke. As you set off for Florida, the boys 
wish you luck. OOF. 

The Brigade: Twelfth Company 


John Douglas Hair 

J.D. came to Canoe U. from the Land of 
10,000 Lakes, and had the fortunate op- 
portunity to start his naval career in the 
"tough" company of Black Jack 21. Upon 
moving to the Dirty Dozen, one of his new 
company mates introduced him to 
Kirsten. Throughout youngster and sec- 
ond class years, she faithfully came to 
good ol' USNA to spend as much time as 
she could with him. At the end of second 
class year, J.D. had an impulse to buy a 
car to relieve her car of the miles it was 
building on it. Unfortunately his new car 
had about the same number of miles as 
hers when he got it. In the hall, J.D. was 
always willing to lend a helping hand with 
homework or anything else. When he 
wasn't doing that, someone was probably 
giving him a bad time. When people did 
give him a bad time, all J.D. had to do was 
turn them off with his remote control. To 
no one's surprise, he got his pilot billet and 
October wedding plans were made. Good 
Luck. KRB. 

Edward David Holland 

Fast Eddie earned his nickname by being 
the central wheeler and dealer during the 
room lottery at the end of youngster year. 
At least that's how I remember it, though 
I've heard other stories. Regardless, for 
himself and Orwitz he secured a room with 
a view of T-Court from which the two of 
them, along with Herb, spent time rating 
the drags. Watching from afar was all they 
had the stomach for after the fiasco they 
had both gone through the year before 
with the paperbag factory girls. He spent a 
dry 2/c summer recovering from mono 
brought on by the great trek, but he 
recovered in time to have an extremely 
wet 2/c year — some things will remain 
unexplained. During 1/c year he finally 
redeemed himself in the drag department. 
That, combined with 3-striper libs, 
resulted in a not-so-mysterious daily 
disappearing act come evening meal. But 
soon he'll reappear in Pensacola, and we 
both better arrive without any excess bag- 
gage. PGH. 

Philip Gavin Horrisberger 

Upon arriving at USNA, Phil immediately 
began collecting toys in the pursuit of his 
ever expanding interests. First it was fine 
art, next cycling, kayaking, canoeing, rock 
climbing, skiing, fishing, and the Jeep. 
There were also the mandatory Mary Kay 
weekends (every weekend). 21 was a big 
new adventure for Philburt . . . doing flips 
off the Gazebo with Speedy . . . the new 
experience of "dipping" . . . and finally 
hanging from the trees in September. Phil 
will be risking life and limb in Florida, 
with even bigger and more expensive toys. 
Thanks for all the hours a listening and 
good luck, I might surprise you and be in 
your backseat. GDJ. 

Guy Delacy Jackson 

Guy came to USNA from the warm 
steamy climate of Georgia to endure the 
arctic winters of Annapolis. He was 
dubbed Action during his plebe year and it 
remained his nickname for the duration of 
his indenture. Second class year was the 
big 21 and we celebrated in style, with 
private after taps rumbles becoming 
almost a weekly ritual, but none of this 
kept him from devoting most of his time 
to Al and the team. The migrating pile 
didn't swallow him up, but he has to be 
glad that it can't talk. He got his Jeep and 
he got his N* watch and eventually he 
even got Dant's weekends. Service selec- 
tion came down to the line, but he got his 
NFO with 5 billets to go, so I guess I'll be 
spending some time with him in his own 
territory. And that suits me just fine. 

John Arthur Ortiz 

With his morning workouts, polar swims, 
and "Rambo" the camouflage Grenada, 
everyone was surprised that a man as 
demented as John went Surface Line in- 
stead of Marine Corps. It fit with his per- 
sonality, though; John was never into (or 
capable of) conformity. He led us through 
fall semester as company commander, tak- 
ing great pride in the unique ways he could 
report "12th Company formed" at outside 
formations. John was always busy; his 
weekends consisted of jumping out of 
airplanes, running from Jimmylegs, juggl- 
ing women, drinking beer, and drinking 
more beer. Best of luck with "your ship" 
and with "them." Thanks for all the good 
times. JDS. 

Andrew Gregory Pray 

Greg left the sunny climate of Florida to 
come to USNA. Freshman year he was 
told that he would "never graduate" 
without some attitude adjustment. The 
adjustment never took place, yet today he 
is headed back to Florida to become a sur- 
face nuke. Command in five? During his 
tenure at Annapolis, Greg developed an 
infatuation for the game of golf. He also 
set out on a "One Way" quest for legen- 
dary abs. Spending most of his weekdays 
on the golf course or in the weight room 
left little time for studies. Fortunately his 
membership in the Ocean Engineering 
Brotherhood enabled him to keep a 2.7 
cum and long weekends. Priorities chang- 
ed senior year when he discovered his 
"Guardian Angel." The Commandant will 
be remembered for trend-setting haircuts 
(lack of), Ring Dance "shrapnel" (on my 
back), Gas Wars, Correlation, study hour 
golf games, permanent MIR status, and 
his laid back attitude. Best of Luck! JHL. 

Jason Allen Pugh 

Michael Louis Spanos 


The Brigade: Twelfth Company 

Edward Timothy Kovanic 

E.T. came to TBS (The Boat School) from 
Pittsburgh, with high expectations. Un- 
fortunately, he began in the Bufu Com- 
pany (22). After surviving his "intense" 
plebe year, he was moved to the illustrious 
12th Company. Throughout Tim's stay, he 
has always been able to follow the regs — 
his own! He has always been able to ra- 
tionalize his actions by stating the obvious 
- "It's just a concept." Tim has always 
managed to pull the short straw for room- 
mates. His luck began youngster year, a 
fun-filled semester with the infamous 
Chocolate Daddy. His luck has since con- 
tinued, but he was always able to cope. 
Tim showed his hypocritical side when he 
bought his new car. First he said he could 
not understand how people could spend so 
much money on "just a car." Then, out of 
the blue one weekend he returned in his 
brand new Porsche. Tim has always been 
generous with his time and belongings. We 
all wish him luck and the best in Hawaii. 

Joseph Michael Lara 

Living in the bosom of Northern Cali- 
fornia, only God knows why the Bear 
chose the East coast. Pappa Bear ('61 ) and 
Jimbo C84) made it through the place 
called Annapolis, so Bear thought he could 
do it. A three year stint with the swim 
team helped pass the time away. New 
friends, nicknames, and unique travels re- 
sulted. Second class year, the Doctor 
called, and together, they found joy in the 
many "Good Navy Deals" that came their 
way. After being associated with the many 
geeks in his major, having one scooter as a 
CO, and a coach whose initials are LZB, 
Bear struck it rich at Service Selection 
night. He chose the mighty combat unit 
known as CEC (NPQ). He's off to Ca- 
lifornia and possibly CIVLANT in '92. As 
for the Navy, the Bear's going to be the 
"one that got away." Once again, the Na- 
val Academy gets shutout by a LARA. 
DRF. To paraphase Clarence, I was just 
"putting in time." Thanks, Mom and Dad. 

John Hugo Loesch 

John arrived at USNA from a small, 
Mayberry RFD town in Pennsylvania 
after a year vacation at NAPS. His 
membership in the Ocean Engineering 
Brotherhood allowed plenty of time for 
golf and hoops. As company B-ball 
coach, "Rambis" took honors as "Coach 
of the Year" (undefeated in the U.S. and 
Canada). Loescher achieved a high class 
standing with minimal effort and max- 
imum recreation. The tailgating/football 
seasons were well spent with the 'rents, 
Dr. A, Bubba, and the Tortugas. John 
fought off the nukes and their bribes for 
the less painful route — SWO man. John 
will be remembered for his "Screamin' 
TURBO Volare," relatives in high 
places, basketball roadtrips, Ocean City 
weekends, Ft. Lauderdale with Choco- 
late and Bagel, study hour golf games, 
Gas Wars, and 2/c Vice Club. John will 
now pack his 'vette and head for San 
Diego, where he will room with Roy Boy. 
I hope that you, too, will get command in 
five. Best of luck! AGP, RRL. 

Douglas Ray Masters 

Doug, better known as "Dougie Fresh," 
came north to USNA from Jacksonville. If 
I didn't know better, I'd swear he'd lived in 
a hole in the ground because he kept the 
room rigged for maximum sleeping com- 
fort. Despite his affinity for the rack, he- 
made several significant achievements in- 
cluding moving up to general engineering 
and being a brigade handball and basket- 
ball champion. Doug excelled at darts, 
Nerf hoops and sleeping through reveille. 
He also had a love affair with the weight 
room and the golf course. Despite his com- 
plaints about the room's sound system, he 
never coughed up any dough for a better 
one. Doug is making progress, though, by 
studying personal finance. His biggest 
dream is to save enough money to buy his 
girlfriend an engagement ring. Doug was 
almost a Marine but chose SWO after ser- 
vice selection was postponed. Luckily, he 
hadn't visited the barbershop early. God- 
speed, GVC. 

John Daniel Stevenson 

An unlucky draw landed John with Bob 
and I as roommates for our final year at 
USNA. The Cleveland-born mediator 
could turn any discussion into a fist-fight 
and make decisions at the drop of a hat (or 
the toss of a coin). I'm sure he won't regret 
the toss that decided Marine Corps for 
him. His buddies Rock and Sluggo will 
help him make Quantico seem like run- 
ning from Jimmylegs — a past-time that 
rated up there with girls, beer, and greased 
lightning. I hear they're serious about 
room formals at HQMC, so get in before 4 
AM to wax. Best of luck always, and 
thanks. JAO. 

Chad Owen VanHulzen 

The Mountain Man from the Great White 
North quietly conquered this place and 
now returns to the den, where Kay pa- 
tiently awaits. After four years of passive 
resistance Chad finally threw in the towel. 
We all love Kay, but can she cook ... in 
mass quantities? A gentle giant off the 
field, a defensive stalwart on, #85 owned 
the defensive line. This Nordic Viking, 
chiselled from stone, enters the Marine 
Corps, avoiding a float like the plague. It's 
about time you loosen your grip on those 
chow packages, especially those HoHos 
you were supposed to share with us. With 
your gung ho attitude and burning desire 
to excel you'll be a great leader, Chad . . . 
just don't lose your vertical hold. MLS, 

David Brian Wertman 

The road from Fox River Grove, Illinois is 
a long one, but Brian's peppy little Omni 
makes it in a flash — just ask him. Plebe 
year saw him become immersed in D&B 
where he has remained the heart, soul, and 
foundation of the Corps. Youngster year 
with JJ and DB resulted in his "dropping" 
from ESE to EME, but that has been his 
only short-coming since that July after- 
noon long ago (and it never stopped DB 
from using his gouge). Peewee has been a 
stronghold of each year's musical and the 
Brass Choir. Dubbed "Photon-man," this 
never-tiring bundle of energy always found 
time to do things no one else would. Sub- 
marines are his destiny; he had to find 
something to keep him busy which paid 
well enough to afford that baby grand he 
wants so badly. If his track record is any 
indication, ADM McKee should start 
cleaning out his drawers. He's truly been 
an example to us all. I wish him the best of 
everything — he deserves nothing less. 

The Brigade: Twelfth Company 


Lt. Colonel Richard H. Kunkel 

Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Andrew C. Lennon 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Daniel J. Aldridge 
Battalion Operations 

Thomas P. Brasek 
Battalion Adjutant 

Brant D. Pickrell 
Battalion Supply 

Reuben D. Hart 
Battalion Administration 

Daniel R. Stonaker 

OZZ The Bri 

gade: Third Battalion 




.. . 


Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Daniel B. Hendrickson 
Battalion Sub Commander 

David R. Marsh 
Battalion Operations 

Mark C. Gibson 
Battalion Adjutant 

Anthony J. Klimas 
Battalion Supply 

Robert B. Donahue 
Battalion Administration 

Curt C. Hartman 

The Brigade: Third Battalion 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Robert Douglass 
Company Sub Commander: Nicholas Campbell 
Company Adjutant: Sean Holmes 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Thomas Ives 
Company Sub Commander: Daniel Stonaker 
Company Adjutant: Richard Macchio 


The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 

LT Curt McNew 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Gregory Johnston, Herbert Hurler, Joseph Stillwaggon, David Biddinger, Jorge Esparza, Sean Holmes, Robert 
Hein, Thomas Ives, David Fennell Row Two: Craig Dellorso, Sean Carroll, John Dove, Daniel Stonaker, Curtis Morgan, 
Nicholas Campbell, Anthony Tolle, Rene Martinez, William Hallahan, Ross Mitchell, James Collins, James Gfrerer Row 
Three: Paul Bunge, Dale Szpisjak, John Rowan, Robert Douglass, Richard Macchio, Jeffrey Crymes, Jason Skubi, Curt 
Hartman, George Cox, Karl Brandt Not Shown: Marc Ruggiano 

The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Jack Likens, Luis 
Maldonado, Robin Shoop, William 
Conley, Paul Chrisman, Kurt Hauer, 
Julienne Almonte, Sandra Hill, Kevin 
Furr Row Two: Donna Murphy, 
William Hittinger, Jeff West, Charles 
Litchfield, Todd Dierlam, William 
Collier, Ronald Copley, Scott Peter- 
son, Ephraim Garrett, Harry Wingo, 
Gary Peters Row Three: Mohamed 
ElAfandi, Todd Hickerson, David 
Shanes, Mary Jackson, Edwin 
Veazey, Roger Bivans, Carl Kolek, 
Randall Martin, Michael Steinbach 
Not Shown: Dwight Fontilla, An- 
drew Johnson 

The Class of 

Row One: Sean Fuller, James 
Demott, Michael Rodriguez, David 
Cox, Daniel Vetter, John Steidle, 
Mark Warner, Rob Bassett, John 
Czajkowski Row Two: Luther Ar- 
cher, Michael Metzger, Tom Buthod, 
Michael Ballou, Frank Menarchick, 
Christopher Owens, Frank Salcedo, 
Mark Richardson, James Dotter, 
Ralph McDonald, Riccardio Gay, 
Gilbert Gomez, Glenn Miller Row 
Three: David Rodriguez, Thomas 
Hanzsche, Joseph Eisert, Brian 
Burke, Michael Ulses, Kent Brown, 
Brian Canova, Ronald Redick, Jerry 
Boster, Mark Hulbert Not Shown: 
Keith Kirol 

The Class of 

Row One: Gene Granados, Hector 
Rodriguez, Scott Dimeler, Peter 
Charles, Charles Red, James Palom- 
bo, Mark Sumile, Andrew Burden, 
Catherine Moody Row Two: 
Tawnya Petrick, Richard 
Dromerhauser, Paul Thompson, An- 
drew Schoen, Doranea Clark, Herbert 
Race, David MacDonald, Lisa Tobias, 
Scott Parvin, Russell McCormack, 
Janelle Buck, Michael Araojo, 
Christina Frueh Row Three: Mat- 
thew Simms, Thomas Dent, Timothy 
Smith, Richard Edwards, Gregory 
Schmeiser, Raymond Bichard, David 
Kayea, Jeffrey Renwick, Joseph 
Blackstone, Roger Ullman, Michael 
Forster Not Shown: Monty 
Ashliman, Kurt Beyer 


The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 

The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 



The Brigade: Thrteenth Company 

Congratulations to George 
"Fred" and 13 Co. for a 
job well done. Love, Mom, 
Dad, Bill, Chuck, Ann, and 

Congratulations to our son 
Craig Dellorso for a wond- 
erful and rewarding 4 yrs. 
of school and wrestling. 
You have made us so proud. 
We wish you the best of 
everything in life. Love, 
Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations Karl 
Brandt. The credit is 
yours but we share the 
pride of a job well done. 
Blue skies and contrails. 
Mama, Dad, Phillip, 

Dale-Best of luck to our 
all American Doc, mids 
of 13th Co. and Class of 
'87. May you experience 
the love, joy and 
happiness you have given 
us. God Bless all. Love 
Mom, Dad, Steve, Dawn, 
John, Mike and Kitt the 
Wonder Dog! 

Congratulations Bill and 
to the Class of '87. Four 
years have flown by. We 
are proud of you and wish 
you the best for the future. 
Semper Fi! Love, 
Dad, Linda, Chris, Bob, 
Jen, Chas. 

To George Cox-Thank you 
for letting us share USNA 
with you. "Go Navy!" 
From the Admiral and 

Congratulations Jim 
Collins. We are so proud 
of you. Love Dad, Mom, 
Paul, Steph, Steve et al. 

Congratulations Class of 
'87 and 13th Co. Parents 
of Curtis Morgan. 
"Atta Boy" Curt! 
Our love and prayers. 

To Robert, nothing is 
impossible; the best is 
yet to come. We love you 
and are proud of you. 
Good luck Ensign Robert N. 
Hein, Bill, and Co. 13. 
Mom, Dad, Denis, and 

Li'l King Boggin designed 
a fine boat; earned many 
stripes; kept plebers 
afloat. Officer, 
gentleman, scholar and 
boner; 3 cheers for the 
son who's A-#l-er. 

The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 


David Myrvin Biddmger 

Burgers, Three Stooges, Fridays, Sub- 
marines, IROC, and Sandy. These are the 
loves of Dave. He took a short drive to 
USNA Plebe year, already with a hatred 
for WUB"A" and Fishwich. He could not 
sit still Plebe year, so PEP band was 
perfect for him. He is the Systems 
Engineer that should be in English; the 
Log magazine soon found out. His pro- 
blem was that he couldn't read as fast as 
he could talk. He survived nightmares of 
the mile, the struggle, and Wednesdays 
without milkshakes, with his weekends 
and some Coke. Dave never won the foot- 
ball pool, but I did, so he had some 
satisfaction, but I had his money. I know 
after graduation, Dave will poke my eyes, 
hit my head, and say,"NYUK, NYUK, 
WOO-WOO, I'm gone!" Enjoy life. JVS. 

Karl Dietrich Brandt 

Karl came to Navy from Walhalla, South 
Carolina — a place that makes Crabtown 
seem metropolitan. Karl worked so hard 
(both academically and physically) that he 
had the terrible dilemma of being able to 
choose ANYTHING at Service Selection. 
After much thought, he decided to fly with 
the big Green Machine. Always the Devil's 
advocate, Karl was the mid allergic to the 
rack and the redneck with the "red" 
BMW. He took a lot of teasing and sup- 
pressed his desire to choke his tormentors 
with equal doses of Hank Williams Jr. and 
Jim Beam. We hope Karl will return early 
from a hunting trip to visit us at some 
future Homecoming. Happy hunting and 
the best of luck!! DMB. P.S. Thanks to 
Mama, Daddy, Nicki, and Phillip for their 
support. KDB. 

Paul Dieter Bunge 

From a coincidental meeting in Mitscher 
as plebes to several cross-country trips to 
Decorah, knowing Paul has been both en- 
joyable and educational. To some, Paul is 
a linguist — his command of the German 
language has served him well in both 
academic competition and his travels 
abroad. Others know Paul as a squash 
player, for Paul has lead 3rd Battalion to 
no less than three Brigade titles. Still 
others respect Paul for his technical com- 
petence. As the man in charge of lighting 
for Masqueraders, Paul has demonstrated 
his proficiency in EE with an added ar- 
tistic flair. I've had the pleasure of seeing 
all of these dimensions of Paul's person, 
and I must say that good friends like Paul 
will always be hard to find. TJR. 

Nicholas Belvert Campbell 

Having roomed with Nick for two years, 
he retaught me the meaning of the terms 
work hard and play hard. Academically, he 
never excelled lout tenaciously stuck with 
his group one major, Naval Architecture, 
despite barrages of thermo, fluids, etc. 
Professionally, his goals were extremely 
high, making an excellent fall set company 
subcommander and spring set regimental 
subcommander. Twenty years from now 
he'll have a major command and he knows 
it. Socially, the guy's a charmer, working 
his way through ladies' hearts with a cer- 
tain hypnotizing, wide-eyed stare and 
suave dance step he must have picked up 
somewhere in Jersey. Remember Nick, 
stay away from girls in red Fieros and Cin- 
cy, Ohio. USNA, you'll be proud of this 
graduate. RID. 

Craig Steven Dellorso 

Craig had two loves during his time at the 
Academy, wearing tights and hugging men 
and wearing tights and hugging Karen. 
Let's just say he had the best of both 
worlds. As a wrestler, he was a true cham- 
pion. His record includes Captain of the 
Varsity Wrestling Team and victories at 
such places as Army, NC State, Wilkes, 
Penn State, etc. However, his most impor- 
tant victory was at Notre Dame. Since 
Craig met Karen, he has worn ruts in the 
road from Gate 8 to her apartment and 
has jointly accumulated many of the 
necessities for a happy marriage: VCR, 
microwave, and a pet dog. For a more 
complete history, see the Craig Dellorso 
Memorial in Cannonsburg PA. Best of 
luck in the real corps-the Supply Corps. 

Robert Iain Douglass 

Brains and discipline. Rob's hard work 
has earned him honors and a full ride to 
the University of Michigan for a Masters 
in Nuclear engineering. But, what will he 
ride? Anyway, Van Halen, running, situps, 
how about all those girls, the LTD or is it a 
Cougar, and "don't forget to use your noo- 
dle." Rob can pride himself in more dance 
moves than MJ. Frankness, honesty, 
abundant generosity, and ambition will 
always be with Rob. On to grad school, 
nuke school, and command of the best sub 
in the Navy. Good luck. DRS. 

John Calvin Dove 

J.C. arrived at USNA via Huntsville, 
Alabama, and he came here with visions of 
playing Navy football. Well, size was lack- 
ing but J.C. fit in well with the 150's but 
soon academics struck him down. The 
boys from skate 28 helped J.C. survive 
plebe year and Geek Thirteen saw a rise in 
J.C.'s academic prowess. J.C. was an easy 
going guy who disliked very few things: 
Economics, losing weight, and Gibber. 
J.C. had difficulty laying off the cold Buds 
while losing, weight but in the long run J.C. 
made All-League his last two years and is 
soon to be a coach. His decision to join the 
Marine Corps was a hard thought one, but 
I know J.C. will be a great officer because 
he already is a great person and a great 
friend. Beers on me Dover! SCC. 

Jorge Antonio Esparza 

Jorge is the new standard from which all 
men will be judged. It must be noted that 
he has not always been the pillar of profes- 
sionalism. I first realized the potential im- 
pact he would have at USNA by observing 
the intimate relationship he shared with 
the Admin Conduct System plebe year. 
Youngster year, unlike plebe year, prom- 
ised Jorge a future at Navy. From the bar- 
racks of 22nd to Spanish Harlem of 13th, 
Jorge became a perpetual object of atten- 
tion after his debut performance at 
Maria's party (I wonder what would have 
happened if Tracy had been there?). Being 
the type to outdo himself, his next adven- 
ture was to Pottsville to perform his SDB 
Caper. As XO to CINCRUP13, Jorge, 
earned his title as the Major of Marines 
and the Satisfier of Women. This title 
characterizes the heart of this man from 
Santa Ana, California. Good Luck! OCK. 


The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 

Sean Christian Carroll 

Sean, following in big brother's footsteps, 
came to USNA to fly. In the meantime 
this Greenwich, Connecticut yuppie spent 
his time sailing and partying. As the sail- 
ing team captain he won many races, 
spent many hours on the water, and yet 
always found time to take his company of- 
ficer sailing. While most guys try and fail 
with the ladies Sean never tried but always 
succeeded. However, devotion to Libbie 
always kept him true to her. Sean takes 
pride in all he does yet we still can't figure 
out what's more important keeping his 
boat afloat or his prized BMW on the 
road. As Sean heads off to Pensacola his 
drive, determination and loyalty will give 
the Navy a truly great pilot and the world 
a great person. Dover. 

James Joseph Collins 

Jim came to Thirteen with only his 
Boston accent, and he left U.S.N. A. short 
one friend. Jim's primary academic goal 
was to make his six semesters as a 
physical scientist as difficult as possible. 
His ability to rack through class was un- 
surpassed, as was his ability to stay up all 
night. We'll always remember those black 
mornings when it took the Flopper to get 
him out of the rack. Jim has two qualities 
we will forever value, his gullibility, (How 
about those Dahlgren girls from 
Baltimore!) and his willingness to do 
anything for a friend. Jim will soon be br- 
inging his stud body and good cheer to the 
U.S.S. Bowen. Please remember Jim, the 
CO's favorite drink is not ship-on-the- 
rocks. Good Luck. DRS, TMI, and 

George Frederick Cox 

George arrived at USNA from humble 
beginnings in blue-collar, Piedmont, 
California. Never concerned about money, 
grades, or officers, this engineer with a 
bull-major's mind could offer advice on 
pro knowledge, NAVTAG, cars, or any 
other topic; it was the listener's job to sort 
out the answer. For a car he couldn't 
decide between the sporty Sentra or the 
sluggish Lamborghini, so he picked the 
Sentra (it attracted the the female mids' 
eyes). His motto for exams: "well rested, 
well rested". Study hour consisted of com- 
puter & board war games, long phone con- 
versations, and a lot of television. George's 
friendliness and intellect will carry him far 
beyond USNA's gates, because George will 
always be there for us and vice versa. Sur- 
face line watch out! JPG. 

Jeffrey Conrad Crymes 

Jeff came to the Academy determined U> 
be a naval aviator. There was never a 
doubt that he would be anything else. He 
wasn't your normal Aero Engineer, opting 
for weekends at Fran's rather than Nimitz 
Library. But that doesn't mean he didn't 
pull a number of all-nighters. It will never 
be said that Jeff was a lightweight when it 
came to drinking. Despite this he did have 
his great moments, like when he woke up 
in somebody's bed on 7-1 or when he walk- 
ed Bancroft aimlessly in half a uniform. 
J.C. also had trouble oversleeping, I don't 
know how many times we missed quarters 
youngster year, also when he woke up 10 
minutes late for the Army marchover. All 
'n all Jeff is one of the greatest people I 
know and a great friend. CSD. 

David Alan Fennell 

The script about Ock is that he came to 
Navy from Columbia, Maryland via NAPS 
and landed in 23 for plebe year. With the 
"Q" in command and Bo Bo and the Tall 
One at the con, he left 23rd with an in- 
grained knowledge of the Rules of Engage- 
ment. After all the cards were dealt, he 
found himself in 13th Company's Spanish 
Harlem. It was in 13th where he first in- 
itiated his policy of "maintenance." As a 
result his grades took a big hit and he 
turned to Mick Jagger for guidance. He 
soon implemented his Hammer of God 
theory and assumed his first command as 
CINCRUP 13 and after a reassignment of 
orders, claimed himself Supreme Allied 
Commander of CINCPAT 13. Most noted 
for his participation in 3rd Battalion 
Squash and his youngster grease, his home 
team wishes him luck and hopes that he 
won't get lost on the fairways of Quantico. 

James Paul Gfrerer 

Lake Wobegon's loss was the Marine 
Corps' gain when Jimbo came to USNA. 
Life with Jim was a veritable zestfest filled 
with tank tactics and phone calls with the 
ranking officers of the Annapolis Complex 
... all the officers. His conscientious ef- 
forts at second class training earned Jim a 
trip to the Royal Naval Academy, where 
he learned about the life of the off-duty 
professional as well. (How does England 
look from under the table, Jim?) Jim's 
four stripes surprised only himself, his 
grip on the Concept of Duty always 
faithful. Jim's professionalism was match- 
ed by his humor and generosity, his always 
available word processor a savior to Thir- 
teen. Keep the faith, Jim. Stay away from 
those hospital ships. SEMPER FI! Doc, 

William Douglas Hallahan 

Spuds was a party animal from the word 
go. We realized this plebe year in Florida, 
when we saw him at 4 a.m. slurring about 
how he saved the honor of the U.S. Navy 
against the Aussies in a local bar (the one 
with funnels). Bill always had a thing for 
the letter K, (Kira, Kari, Kandi, etc.) but 
he settled for a feisty Terp named Kim. I'll 
never forget happy mornings, Towson 
rugby (the big 19), dead Mustangs, the 
Femmes, snow peas, late night toasts, 6 
stops from the beach to my house, or one 
last cold one in the snow. The Marines 
have no idea what they are getting: All- 
Star Rugger, German linguist, political 
theorist, lady killer, and my best friend. 
You're more than a man Bill, you're a 
Manwich. Knock'em Dead! RNH. 

Curt Carl Hartman 

Curt came to Thirteen from Cincinnati. 
Youngster year we noted his strange car- 
nivorous ritual with his socks. He main- 
tained his grades while he lost the battle to 
save his plant to terrorist activities. Se- 
cond class year we found out that Curt had 
a "turkey neck" but he still saved his "in- 
nards." As a member of CINCRUP, Curt 
was known for his loan agency and getting 
Steerage pizza. (Forget about that one, 
Bumper!) We were all surprised when he 
did not go to the Ring Dance because Curt 
knows so many women in the Annapolis 
area — they all just happen to work in 
King Hall. Curt is probably the only mid 
in the top 100 of the class to never make 
the Supt's List. Being a Batt striper, 
Curt's only inspections were done by his 
classmates to make sure his civies did not 
embarrass him when he left for his VGEP 
classes. Good luck, Worm, may you always 
have as many surfaces as dives. RPM. 

The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 


Robert Nicholas Hein 

From hosting 8106 players to a 2qt girlfall, 
Bob always amused. Neither snow nor 
Muffin's culture could shake the redneck 
Jeep man, though adding argyle and the 
Heads. We'll not forget Rooftop Lounge, 
spiked dip, plebe chow packages of bour- 
bon and codine, QPR scares, weights, box- 
ing smells, Byrne lip synch, and dawn runs 
to Thrift Inn. Champagne and wall bang- 
ing at 0530 — What flight? Whatever it 
took (Hunger? Eat cold cocoa fried 
flounder), "Terror Man" enjoyed and got 
away with it. China food is gouge; full 
uniforms and consciousness at Army 
never is. Bob never smiled, not even for 
Mom's photos nor when Skubs, Ruge, and 
I were M's cupids. Spring break, Bob 
opened his Ft. Lauderdale home to dozens 
of us, led Sunday school and plebe sum- 
mer, showing beneath a rough exterior a 
true warrior, comedian, and friend. 
Thanks for the trips to Kim's. As every 
mate learned, "Jelska deg." Good luck 
with Muffin and surface warrioring. 

Sean Allan Holmes 

More nicknames than his height, but 
nothing larger than his boasting; these are 
the first impressions of our Sean. Never 
one to belittle anything, "The Noid" 
would do anything to make his prophecies 
come true. A snappy dresser, and a snappy 
repertoire, Sean never settled for second 
best, except for the Red Sox. Only the 
seagulls loved his car more than Sean. A 
self-proclaimed dominant force, Sean was 
as free with his fists as he was with his 
money. He'll never forget putting 
underwear on his head; we won't let him, 
just as we'll never forget a good friend. If 
you fight as hard at life as you did with us, 
you are sure to make it big. We all wish 
you luck, better luck than you had in 
Lauderdale. DRRGJ. 

Herbert Hurler 

Bert came to Thirteen with the in- 
telligence of Einstein and the inspiration 
of a liberty pass. UVA, 99.1, Uncle Paul, 
Mixmeabatchamelonballs, Money, Gouge, 
Bailie, A.C., Future's so bright, The Noid, 
Headmadeaglue, and most of all, Ann. 
What does all this mean? A lot of good 
times, all-nighters, and Rack. 2nd 
Semester philosophy: "It's not your 
grades, it's how many rounds of free you 
can get in before graduation." Arriving in 
a Citation and leaving in an LXI: financial 
wizardry. See ya on the USS South 
Carolina and a lot of good luck in the 

Thomas Michael Ives 

"The window's dirty, the mattress stinks, 
this ain't no place to be a man;" but it was 
a place for Tom. At USNA, this poli sci 
guy from Michigan was able to con- 
template Rand, Buckley, the 600-ship 
navy, and Tap, without the distractions 
that all too often are a part of civilian life. 
Youngster year, he became known as the 
Bonecrusher. His exploits on the Mud- 
worm field will be fondly remembered by 
many, but painfully recalled by a few. 
From dark tans, to doubling down on tens, 
Tom enjoyed much in life, not the least of 
which was the company of those who 
shared his sense of humor. From a fellow 
Tap fan, let me end with this, "How sad it 
must end, But I'm glad I've a friend, shar- 
ing cups and cakes with me." Fair winds 
and following seas, JVS. 

Curtis Alan Morgan 

A former fightin' jackrabbit from Forney, 
Texas, Bumper, as he is affectionately 
called, came to Navy in a quest for adven- 
ture and excitement. He has chilled out a 
lot since his plebe year in Twelve, especial- 
ly after his escapades in Spain during first 
class cruise. One would think that Bumper 
was destined for stars because of the way 
he could put everything into engineering 
or scientific terms. But spending study 
hour in the wardroom took its toll. We will 
surely miss him, especially his worm and 
Cox imitations. Good Luck in Pensacola. 
Fly high. And "forget about the pizza." 

John Garand Rowan 

John came to Thirteen from "God's Coun- 
try," Staten Island, New York via 35th 
Company. As a bull major, he spent 
youngster year playing war games, reading 
novels, and visiting Grady's Tavern rather 
frequently. He became the Chief during 
second class summer because of his salty 
look with tatooed arms, tight fitting 
khakis, and his habit of carrying a morn- 
ing cup of coffee. He began his social 
career by throwing wild weekend parties at 
his house and by having the truck to car- 
rying the beer to company tailgaters. Chief 
started and ended everyday with his 
favorite word to describe USNA. We will 
always remember brown corduroy pants, a 
Hawaiian shirt and hiking boots. Chief 
strongly supports the American economy 
by keeping Budweiser, Copenhagen, and 
Maxwell House in business. Good luck, 
Chief. We hope you get your #*@ through 
many more years. RPM. 

Marc Louis Ruggiano 

Marc (Ruge, Rug, Brillo Head, assorted 
unmentionables) was a man among men 
here at the Naval Academy — Varsity let- 
terman in Heavyweight Crew, Sup's List, 
number one in order of merit, organized, 
efficient, and punctual. A few of these 
aren't strictly true, but he was on Varsity 
Crew. Marc's life was continuously on the 
verge of turning over a new leaf. That 
started right after Joe got us locked in our 
room. He spent his money and time sor- 
ting out the Corollaries of Syrian Cyntax 
and having his Alfa Romeo bent back into 
shape. Life with Marc was anything but 
dull — if it was dull Marc fell asleep. My 
years shared with him will be some of the 
best of my life. Take care Ruge and hang 
on — you NFOs are along for the ride. 

Jason Kenneth Skubi 

Leaving the famous potatoes behind him, 
Jason came east with a penchant for 
beautiful women, fast cars, and hot planes. 
After a stop in 29, he met Kelly, the 
beautiful women part, and arrived in Thir- 
teen only to be faced with Old Spice, 
Squishy Bear, Glade, broken locks, broken 
ducks, little pieces of ... , and bent 
thumbs. One RX-7, lots of money, and 
even more work later, he fulfilled the fast 
car part, and it all seemed rosy, although 
despite his claims, it didn't smell it. Life 
wasn't a sure bet, but he heartlessly took 
advantage of things that were. He 
wouldn't stand for any arguments, though 
he'd sit for them all night, and eventually 
the hot plane part became reality. You've 
made it fun Jas, best of luck in everything. 


The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 

Gregory William Johnston 

Crash Johnston stumbled into Thirteen 
with a surfer look and a year in Skate 
Eight. He came equipped with his Dolphin 
paraphernalia and some fond memories. 
While walking was a problem, sports never 
were. He became one of the keystones of a 
Mudworm team of destiny. Nothing has 
been off limits to Greg, including the LT's 
IN box. Memories include: sock wars, 
bagel hockey, a last minute Ring Dance 
date, and much spilled milk. He may have 
stumbled along the way, but he'll graduate 
an Aero major. When he leaves here, some 
things will never change: die hard fan, 
loyal friend, no car, and no girl. Best of 
luck in a life without 3-0 Jack. God bless 
and please do not ever pass the captain his 
coffee, we know where it will end up. Beat 
Army. SRRBJ. 

Richard Michael Macchio 

Rick could only run away from home for 
five days at a time, so he could never be 
found at USNA on weekends. He worked 
hard enough during the week however, 
making the top 100. He did this by in- 
troducing a computer into our lives and 
thereby lowering QPRs by 2 points. A 
loyal flag waver, a diehard Redskins fan, 
but never a geek, that's what he'll say. 
Macchio Man gets out of drill as fast as he 
can, but he was not fast enough for a cer- 
tain propeller. He never complains; 
however, he'll be quick to point out any 
flaws. His heart wanted a jet, but his eyes 
ended up on an oiler. First will come a 
more important commitment with Lori. 
We hope you both realize your dreams, but 
now you must stay away for more than 
five days. SBRGJD. 

Rene Martinez 

"The Streak" came to USNA with a large 
handicap behind him: Texas. We 
overlooked this, bribed by sumptuous 
chow packages. That was not all he got 
free in the mail. He was the recipient of a 
subscription to Working Woman 
magazine. This forced him to prove his 
manhood by streaking from room to room. 
He was a renowned hitter, ask opposing 
receivers and Sean. We knew he was an 
Aero, because of his mastery of "Gas" 
Dynamics. The Rocket made it easy for 
Rene to keep up on his Bible study. A 
devout Cowboys Fan, he still kept a small 
place in his heart for the Wet Willies. He 
has his sights set on NASA, and he'll be 
there, as soon as he can figure how to get 
out of Santee Basin. He has a heart as big 
as his belt buckle. God Bless. SGRDJ. 

Ross Paul Mitchell 

Roscoe came to Thirteen from the wilds of 
Montana (Helena isn't exactly New York 
City), via NAPS and Slack 6, and quickly 
established himself as a ladies' (?) man, 
though some of his pickins' were a loose 
interpretation of the word. Always one for 
surprising us, he brought his "hogging and 
ani lull days" to a close with second class 
Army and Jen. Though not exactly striper 
material, he got those "stripes of conve- 
nience" first class year and Philly soon 
became home. Surprise #2 was soon to 
follow — marriage after graduation for 
this Montana cowboy! A true rackhound 
at heart, Ross conducted many an eyelid 
leak inspection. During his few hours 
awake, he listened to The Boss or worked 
on his SWO belly. Good Luck in the future 
buddy, you will be missed. JGR. 

Joseph Vincent Stillwaggon 

Many were confused by this Yakimaniac's 
(major world city in Wash STATE) devo- 
tion to Orioles and Vikings, but few 
doubted his dedication to Navy sports, 
SWOs, Mudworms.and especially Jac- 
queline. Squishy Bear was the HH with 
technical knowledge and lousy grammar 
who was always able to see the funny side 
of life at USNA. An expert at officer 
avoidance and always barely sat haircuts, 
Joe was always there for help or a good 
laugh. Whenever I see covers full of ob- 
solete paper, 3-0 Jack, Rice Crispy Treats, 
or terrible towels, or hear about taking 
Blueboy to Mansfield or playing DR ball 
or joining the Fitness Society, I'll look 
back on fun times and wish Joe the best of 
luck with the Callaghan. Hope to see ya in 
the fleet and BEAT ARMY! DMB. 

Daniel Robert Stonaker 

A tremendous person and friend whose 
life revolves around three themes; a major, 
a flame, and a car. Uncle Uldrick and the 
MECHEDEPT taught him the meaning 
of all-nighter. A gifted student, though not 
always shown in his QPR, Dano is happily 
Nuke SWO bound. When Dan looks like a 
four-year old who stole the cookie jar, he 
got a letter or package from his hometown 
honey. No wife yet, but six months of 
TAD at home after graduation? His pride 
and joy is his black and gold '86 Z-28. Its 
rubber signatures scar the streets of 
Georgetown while his dancing moves 
caress the bar's dance floors. He stands for 
all that's right. His men will see this and 
he'll be a superb Naval officer. RID. 

Dale Frank Szpisjak 

Straight in from the Windy City, Doc 
came to USNA from a real military (high) 
school. Initially unsure about Navy, this 
Ail-American rifleman and hard-charging 
three-striper blazed a path of success dur- 
ing his four-year tenure. His desire to 
escort female mids was surpassed only by 
his strong aspirations for medical school, 
which made him the first member of '87 to 
get accepted to med school (ala SIU). This 
chemist earned impressive grades, 
physically & academically, while a 
member of a demanding Navy rifle team. 
His exploits on regimental staff revealed a 
true leader with genuine concern and in- 
tegrity. The Medical Corps needs good 
leaders also, and they are getting one of 
the best in Dale. So long Dale, but never 
good-bye. JPG. 

Anthony Miles Tolle 

Tony came from a small town "by the in- 
land salty sea" only wanting to fly. Plebe 
year he made the 150s only to have his 
career ended by an injury. He stayed with 
the team all his time here, earning N-stars 
as head manager. Academics have plagued 
him from I-day and finals always saved 
him. He started in Aero and ended up 
PhySci, via Oceanography. During 
youngster year Medical had their way with 
him, tried to boot him, and finally 
declared him NPQ due to asthma. His car 
loan is in the bank since he owns a boat — 
a '66 Caddy. By a twist of fate SECNAV 
approved him for Interservice Transfer 
over the decision of the PRODEV board, 
enabling him to enter the Service he 
originally wanted 4 years ago. Tony will 
marry his fiancee of over two years the 
Saturday after graduation. Best of luck, 

The Brigade: Thirteenth Company 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Leland Hansen 
Company Sub Commander: David Hughes 
Company Adjutant: Wendy Sullivan 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Timothy Snoke 
Company Sub Commander: Daniel Aldridge 
Company Adjutant: William Hamblet 

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The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 

LT John Christenson 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: John Keane, David Hughes, Suzanne Massoglia, Francesca Gary, Wendy Sullivan, Erica Miles, Lee Miller, Carl 
Liebert, David Robinson Row Two: Timothy Snoke, Stephen Meyer, David Odom, Wallace Keays, James Cook, Mark 
Kozar, Thomas Doman, Paul Horan, Steven Swift Row Three: Leland Hansen, Daniel Aldridge, Stephen Cote, John 
Milliman, Andrew Gordon, Walter Sechriest, William Hamblet, John McGinley Not Shown: Daniel Hendrickson 

The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 



The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 

The Class of 

Row One: Eugene Burcher, Tom 
Hole, Walter Baugh, Rick Marchese, 
Dave Finley, Andrew Frie, Mark 
Dunleavy, Ralph Dengler, Sean 
McBride Row Two: Mike Moran, 
James O'Brien, Philip Barnett, 
Christopher Simones, James Dyer, 
Paul McGowan, David Clausell, Mark 
Salsgiver, Eric Buch, David Newton, 
Mark Hakun, Corey Keehn Row 
Three: John Hallenberg, Dennis 
Maloney, Bryan Burt, Michael 
Leidinger, Robert O'Connor, Mat- 
thew Aaron, Nelson Delgado, 
Stephen Donnelly, Eric Randier, Ed- 
ward Gomez, Anthony Beers Not 
Shown: Richard Gendron, 
Christopher Mosher 

The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Roy Perez, James Mann, 
Catherine McCann, Julie Anyan, 
Susan Koehn, Robert Waters, Eric 
Hruschka, James Rich, Jeff Tengon- 
ciang, Noel Pitoniak Row Two: 
Krista Harris, Tim O'Rourke, Scott 
Russell, Mark Paterson, William Ir- 
by, Stephen Johanson, Arthur Dove, 
Carl Jordan, John Lewis, Stephen 
Locke, Pat Paterson, Steven Kephart 
Row Three: Chuck Pucciariello, 
Timothy Maricle, Sean Kelley, Dan 
Lewis, Shawn Duffy, Anthony 
Altomari, Frank Goshey, Doug Lan- 
caster, Robert Vogel, Thomas Bruno 
Not Shown: Ruth Chasen, Deborah 


Row One: Eric Chinchilla, John Pro- 
ctor, Joel Davidson, Nilo Melo, John 
Frankhouser, Mark Fiori, Roy 
Brillante, Tim Smeeton, Michael 
Wallis Row Two: Ralph Stuart, 
Michael Hendrickson, Walter Cop- 
peans, Eric Prime, Bradley Tidwell, 
Michael Wilson, Greg Wong, Robert 
Pragada, Stephen Trafton Row 
Three: Ryan Coughlin, Kent 
Schrader, Stephen Boals, Marcelo 
Perez, Tom Leutzinger, Jim 
Bartelloni, Karl Jensen, Walter 
Glenn, Joseph Darlak Not Shown: 
Matthew Caldwell, Mark House, Sean 
O'Flaherty, Timothy Rehmel, Jay 
Rexroad, Joseph Tamblyn 

The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 



The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 

To our son, Lee H. Miller, 
and Class of 87. We'll 
always remember our full 
house and fantastic 
moments with you. Love, 
Mom and Dad, Linda and 
Uncle Jack. 

God bless Ens. Tim Snoke, 
14th Co. and Class of '87! 
As you place yourselves 
in harms way! Love, Mom, 
Dad, Grandparents, and 

Congratulations David, 
Pride in accomplishment, 
loyalty, friendship and 
love will see you through 
the years ahead. 
Love, Mom and Dad. 

Walter Sechriest, you are 
armed with Eph. 6:10-18. 
Have and will always live 
Prov. 3:6. We rejoice with 
you and praise God for 
you! Mom, Dad, EB, Stu, 

Jack McGinley: May the 
seas you sail be calm. May 
the wind forever fill your 
sail. May God hold you and 
class of '87 in the palm 
of his hand. With love and 
pride, Mom, Dad, Mark, 
Marti, and Joe. 

Congratulations and future 
success code-man — the 
Cotes, Armstrongs, Nelsons 
and Zemas. 

Congratulations Steve M. 
from your scarlet Mom, 
Tom and step-friend on a 
first class job. Adversity can 
be overcome! 

Congratulations to Steven 
Swift, D & B Corps, 14th 
Co., and Class of '87. We 
are proud of you and of 
your success. All our love 
Mom, Dad, and Family. 

Andy, Best wisheswestfalls 
Congratulations to Andy 
from the Gordons. 

Congratulations 2nd Lt. 
John C. Milliman from 
Pittston to Pensacola, 
Semper Fidelis. May God 
as your copilot keep you 
in the palm of his hand. 

To Andy Gordon, with love, 
pride, admiration from 
Mom/Dad. Congratulations! 

Congratulations, continued 
success, and love to Wendy 
Sullivan, Babs and Wal. 

Best Wishes 14th Co. Class 
of 1987. The Hamblet 

Thomas M. Doman- 
Dedication, loyalty, and 
compassion are yours to 
maintain — Mom/Dad 3/8 
and we still love you. 

With our utmost admiration 
and love, we congratulate 
Ensign Dan Aldridge. We 
couldn't be prouder of 
you! Love, Mom, Dad, and 

The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 


Daniel John Aldridge 

After three years of filling out applica- 
tions, one of those years at NMMI, Dan 
"Juan Valdez-Columbia's coffee king" Al- 
dridge, acquired enough of a brown nose to 
get accepted to USNA. When asked, why 
the Academy? he responds, "If you can't 
do the impossible, you're not a Navy pi- 
lot." Dan maintained a low profile — al- 
ways staying out of trouble . . . because he 
wasn't around. Liberty was Dan's life. 
Many times Dan, in SDBs, left the Hall 
after evening meal, returning just before 
taps — was he at the library? Well, he's 
the only Midshipman who knows all the 
Jimmy Legs by their first name. Dan ex- 
celled in all areas at USNA, both aca- 
demically and professionally (at least 
enough for a decent flight date). Dan, you 
have made many friends and always go 
"beyond the call" to help people out. I've 
never met anyone who had something bad 
to say about you. Good Luck getting the 
"wings of gold." LDH. 

James David Cook 

J.D. came to USNA from Northern Vir- 
ginia via The Prep School. He has been 
Navy's great hope on both the wrestling 
mats and gridiron. His success in earning 
seven "N's" and a four-star constellation 
speaks for itself. However, J.D. has always 
been his own man and consequently found 
it difficult to fit the mold of the ster- 
eotypical "jock." Upon entering "The 
Loud Room" second class year, J.D. found 
the chance he needed to let his spiritual 
individuality blossom. Along with Walt 
and Brian, J.D. was known to decompress 
on the ledges of 7-4 at twilight with a clove 
cigarette in his hand and a CSN song in 
his head. Apart from these instances, he 
could also be found subconsciously incu- 
bating universal truths in his rack. Having 
maintained his "vision," J.D. will soon be 
exercising aerial agility as a Navy Pilot. 
J.D., thanks for the memories. We'd be 
proud to be your wingmen! 

Stephen Paul Cote 

Steve hails from the great state of Wash- 
ington and came to the Naval Academy 
with a tremendous urge to fly. Coteman 
has worked very hard at mastering the art 
of the rack, spending between 12 and 14 
hours a day in his never-ending search for 
the perfect dream. In his wakeful hours, 
Steve delved deep into the art of numbers 
as a math major, and has been known to 
delve even deeper into his pocketbook on 
weekends practicing the art of Zen and 
Germanic beer appreciation. Steve is a 
proud participant in the semi-annual 
Steak and Beer Fest at J.C.'s sponsor's, a 
tradition which will continue. (Right, 
Steve?) A future pilot, Steve is set to take 
Pensacola by storm. Go Navy Air. Watch 
your six. PTH, JCM. 

Thomas Mathew Doman 

Tom came to Navy from Royal Oak, Mich- 
igan as an All-American football player, 
and had a rough start at the Academy, 
missing ten days of plebe summer to play 
in an All-Star game back home. He started 
plebe year and finished with 79 tackles and 
an N-Star. The victory over the Armies in 
Pasadena was the highlight of plebe year. 
A knee injury sidelined Tom youngster 
year, so he turned his interests to Jackie. 
Jackie proved to be more than a distrac- 
tion, and the couple will soon begin mak- 
ing little Domans. Tom came back his 
Senior year, led the team in interceptions, 
and was named Chevrolet Most Valuable 
Player for his outstanding performance 
against Air Force. Navy Football will miss 
#42. Tom, you've been a great roommate 
for the past three years. Best of luck to you 
and Jackie. For the good of the Corps. 

Daniel Brian Hendrickson 

Brian, a third generation Navy legacy, 
came to USNA with visions of becoming a 
Varsity grappler. After hanging his singlet 
and shoes up Youngster Year, Sup's List 
Stars and Rugby Field valor were to ensue. 
Second Class Year brought Brian a se- 
mester at West Point and a rare chance to 
defeat his ex-teammates as a wingman on 
the Army Rugby team. No one was sur- 
prised to find Brian's diversity of interests 
placing him as "the lead" in two unfor- 
gettable Masquerader's performances. 
Having been piped aboard the'USS 
Loudroom upon returning from the Point, 
he, J.D., and Walt drew attention quickly 
to their unique indoctrination methods, 
especially with a certain USMC Major. 
After having a "Peach" of a date at the 
Ring Dance, First Class Year found Brian 
spending much of his time in conference 
with Fifth Batt Ops. As the benevolent 
despot of 3rd Batt, Brian has shown us 
what we always suspected — he is Admiral 

Paul Thomas Horan 

Paulie came to us from Renton, Wash- 
ington, to fulfill a dream of becoming a 
Navy Pilot. He has also become one of the 
best History philosophers in USNA his- 
tory. He has put me to sleep on many a 
school night in the past three years. Who 
could guess that a Motown junkie could 
ever have such a great friend who likes 
Tom Petty and the Mariners? Since 
Youngster year, Paul has had an ECA that 
isn't in the catalogue but is plastered all 
over the bars of Annapolis. If there is a 
person who has always lent an ear, given a 
hand, or got me "jacked" to play on Sat- 
urdays, it has to be Paulie. Navy air is 
lucky to have a great guy like Paul joining 
their ranks. Best wishes from Jackie and I, 
and I expect to see your name painted in 
blue and gold on the lead Blue Angel solo 
for our fifth reunion. Go get 'em, Ace. 

David Wayne Hughes 

Arriving in 14th Company, Dave not only 
set the standard for Youngsters, he 
redefined the term. Whether partying af- 
ter taps at Buchanan House, dropping a 
bottle of Southern Comfort on the Dahl- 
gren dance floor, or teething a young lady 
in the back seat of a car in the 7th Wing 
parking lot, Dave found ways to keep the 
Institute an exciting place. During 2/c 
year, Dave implemented a physical fitness 
program for the Jimmylegs by having 
them chase him from the F-4 to 7-1. C&P 
owners have Hughesie to thank for in- 
creased profit margins. Some even 
thought he worked for them after he made 
several visits to their parking lot. A love 
for short women made this Okie choose 
Japan for his first SWO tour, but with a 
fine wife in Lisa, I'm sure he'll do well in 
his new service selection of house hus- 
band. After seeing his Halloween costumes 
I imagine they'll share Lisa's wardrobe, if 
she has anything that racy. Best wishes. 

John Thomas Keane 

Kean-bean came to the Sunny Severn by 
way of MMA. Always the shy type 
(especially at social gatherings) he could 
overcome his introversion for Army-Navy 
games. His pre-game pep rallies the night 
before will be remembered (?) by all who 
attended. Beaner decided to experience 
Protramid as no other mid could. He suc- 
ceeded. They will long remember him in 
Pensacola for the mark he left on the CO's 
house. Quantico was no less a challenge. 
Being a PT stud, Kean-bean (along with 
Spike) ignored all pretense of the need for 
sleep. The next day was a cake walk. Tom 
was also a big family man. Once he even 
drove 6 hours to help his dad fix the JO- 
11E computer. He was to Dahlgren what 
John Travolta was to Saturday Night Fe- 
ver. To the only mid who has had Cin- 
derella libs for three years, we wish the 
best of luck as a naval aviator. We will 
miss all the good times. Scrotie and Lee. 


The Brigade: Fourteenth Company 

Francesca Deborah Gary 

Fran came to USNA from a small New 
England town with the intent of being a 
Chemistry major and a Naval doctor. Well, 
I am glad to say that she came to her 
senses and joined the "brotherhood." This 
was the result of an F in Organic Chem- 
istry. Fran is probably the most travelled 
plebe as a result of being changed from 
company to company as a plebe. Fran is 
not sure why she came to USNA nor why 
she stayed, but I know that she is glad for 
the experience (more interesting than an 
all-girls school, huh?). Good Luck! Always 
keep your top down and your sense of 
humor high. 

Andrew Lewis Gordon 

Andy came to us via the Philly power- 
house of Upper Moreland H.S. and was 
determined to become a nuclear subma- 
riner. Andy excelled as a plebe and grew up 
to be the plebe's ideal of an upperclass. 
When he wasn't watching the Cosby Show, 
talking in his sleep, or making lasagna 
shakes, our boy Andrew could be found 
slaving away on his computer (thanks, 
mom and dad) and making good grades in 
Computer Science. Despite his distaste for 
the Jimmylegs and certain track coaches, 
Andy managed to excel for Navy on a daily 
basis and even was accepted by the glow 
boys, to no-one's surprise (not even his 
own). Andy has suffered many tribulations 
while at the boat school, not the least of 
which was having his jaw wired shut for 6 
weeks (and he STILL talked in his sleep), 
and having a future Marine for a room- 
mate. You've been a great friend and a 
great roomie for two years. Good luck out 
there, Hoss. JCM. 

William Prentiss Hamblet 

So Bill comes to NAVY with his girl and 
gymnastics on his mind. A super athlete, 
Bill gets a cute squad leader and vows 
eternal love without ever hitting the 
tubesteak chowcall stage. A gymnastics 
stud, highbar phobia, and a double back- 
to-your-head at Syracuse kept him hum- 
ble. "Bill Hamblet Fan Club" t-shirts 
prove support. Later Bill is off to China 
and aside from the USAFA grad in a tub 
— no stories. Youngster cruise, JD swears 
everyday Bill was off ship in his Aunt's 
pool and still got ranked #1. On to 14th — 
great view, grades so good he's Diff. Eq's 
section leader. A Bro in Gtown and a GTl 
(GMNAST) means Bill was assured a 
cute, Cath. Ring Dance date (home by 
four- and her folks picked her up). With 
Bill's girls it was quality, not quantity, that 
counted. Broke their hearts anyway. Be- 
cause he can't match his socks, Bill was 
Mr. Supply — but turned down stripes 
later. Went Navy Intel. — my friend Bill, 
the spook. 

Leland Duane Hansen 

Whether you know him as the Ragin' Ca- 
jun, Dirty Duane, the Deltoid Destroyer or 
just plain Handsome "Which way did he 
go?" Hansen (Leland just loved Company 
drill), you also know this smiley, ex- 
company commander is a good guy, and 
nice to have around when the order comes 
to fix bayonets. Even though intensity is 
his modus operandi, Leland reached his 
lofty goals without alienating too many of 
his friends. Navy Air was this wildman's 
first love, but myopia and that $6000 pres- 
ent from Adm. McKee effectively changed 
his mind. Hoss, thanks for being a friend 
and a roommate (for a semester or so), and 
I'm sure that your new shipmates on the 
Vinson will come to enjoy your terrible 
jokes and questionable politics. Just make 
'em a graph. If you don't get married soon, 
you'll go far. Good luck in the fleet, bud, 
and thanks for the great Nuke party. JCM. 

Wallace Raymond Keays 

Walt, the oldest 87er in the company, 
came to 14th via Brookings, OR, the fleet 
(an F-14 AT), and 28th Company during 
plebe year. He began youngster year by 
tearing up his knee while practicing the O- 
course with Jovi. This left him with a 
white works chit (almost) and some post- 
poned PE tests (he took his share, 
though). Walt liked to party, just ask the 
Supe (or his flight jacket). Sometimes he 
just had problems finding his own room. 
Walt loved his weekends, when he had 
them (EE meant Extra Exertion, yet it 
was his major), for then he could play 
"troll" or go see a movie (taking his own 
"cokes"). Walt was also the company trav- 
el agent: Wallyworld Trips to Fort 
Lauderdale; just don't miss the bus! Walt 
kept busy managing Navy Football, flying, 
scuba diving, and cruising in his car, 
"ReX." Graduation sends a good room- 
mate to be a pilot in P-cola; God help the 
women! Best of luck, old man, and I hope 
to see you in space someday. SRM. 

Mark Joseph Kozar 

Mark "Bernie" Kozar gave up the wild 
parties at Ohio State, the refrigerator 
kegs, and the ski slopes of the Midwestern 
mountains to attend the Academy. He 
came from Ohio, or was it Michigan? That 
depends on whose football team is ranked 
higher. Mark has found that "special girl" 
that everyone looks for . . . several times. 
His relationships are like his drinks, "on 
the rocks." Some day Mark may open up a 
towel company, because he's occasionally 
known to sweat a lot . . . while running. If 
it wasn't for his neatness, how would my 
rack get made or my tapes stacked? Mark 
has excelled in everything he has attempt- 
ed at the Academy and will be an quite an 
asset for the "Nuke" surface community. 
You will always be the conscience I some- 
times leave at home. I'll be knocking on 
your door in a few years . . . your three- 
year roommate, LHM — the messy half of 
the room. 

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Carl Clinton Liebert 

Carl Liebert is an example of an overnight 
success story. Several years ago, growing 
up in the hoops-loving Hoosier state of 
Indiana, he realized that his younger 
brother had somehow inherited all of his 
dad's athletic ability. Hootie had never 
been one to accept defeat, though. So in an 
effort to buck the odds and master the 
game of basketball, he moved his bed to 
the basement. Somewhere he had heard 
that the secret to getting taller was a lot of 
sleep in total darkness. Seven years of 
pitch-black nights later, Carl began living 
his dreams — and he woke up starting on a 
nationally ranked team. Along the way, he 
ran his course with perseverance, walked 
the road of hard work and sacrifice, stood 
by his family and friends, set a Christian 
example for others to follow, fell in love 
with Mary Balch, and sank enough shots 
to tempt fans far and wide to yell, "Carl 
Lieeeeberrrrt!" And the "Only" fan in the 
stands always said, "Nice game." May 
there be many more. "Little" DR. 

Suzanne Elizabeth 

We try to forgive Meatball for being from 
Tucson, but it isn't easy. She came to 
USNA with one goal in mind, to be a 
Marine. I still can't figure out why she 
decided to be a seasick SWO instead. 
Women's Crew claimed this English major 
after school. She started as a starboard, 
forgivable, then became a coxswain, un- 
forgivable. In her last year at Navy she 
became a Heavyweight, but still couldn't 
steer a straight course. As a plebe in 32, 
Meatball was a great influence on both of 
her roomies — they left. Of course, those 
"insulting" firsties had the same effect on 
her at squad tables. When she moved to 
14, she still influenced plebes to leave. 
Meatball never had any problem with ac- 
ademics while she was at Navy, and I'm 
sure that life in the fleet will prove to be 
just as easy for her. Keep pushing yourself, 
and those around you, to be the best (but 
not too loudly). Do svidanija, tevarish. 

John David McGinley 

Jack comes from a long line of McGinleys, 
but he is the first of his ilk to attend the 
School of Great Minds. He hails (or howls) 
from the frigid wastes of North Dakota 
and originally planned to soar with the 
eagles in the back seat of an F-14. A nu- 
clear glow and bulging wallet have replaced 
his yearning to fly, but Jack will no doubt 
have fun frolicking with the dolphins. If 
they can only shield the LA class to con- 
tain his spirited conversations then per- 
haps it will remain the Silent Service. Jack 
has made a remarkable number of friends 
while at the Academy, as evidenced by the 
ease with which he can strike up a con- 
versation with just about anyone on any 
subject. The 14th Company explanation 
for this, of course, is that Jack put a lip 
lock on the Blarney Stone, the likes of 
which even the Irish have never seen. 
Jack, you've been a good friend to us all. 
Best of luck in the Fleet. JCM. 

Stephen Rex Meyer 

Steve comes to us from Shawnee, Kansas, 
via a short stay on "Skidrow" in upstate 
NY. Steve spent plebe year in "Hardcore" 
24 with his rotten Apple, HAL. HAL came 
with Steve to 14, but unfortunately had to 
be put to sleep in '86, his last words being 
"Will I dream?" This was an appropriate 
question for Steve, as he spent at least half 
of his time at USNA asleep (he was a true 
"rack connoisseur"). When he did wake 
up, Steve excelled in his major (chemistry) 
and VGEPed his way to Maryland in '87. 
VGEP proved to be more of a challenge for 
Steve's car, the only "vinyl" car at USNA, 
than for Steve (Thank God for JC and an 
EE roommate). Otherwise, Steve pretty 
much took USNA one mile at a time. 
When awake, he could be found involved 
in NAVTAG, YP Squadron, or giving 
chemistry EI to special plebettes. For 
whatever reason, all of 14 (even his room- 
mate) will miss Steve, we wish you the best 
of luck under the sea (Run Silent, Spend 
Cheap). WRK. 

David Maurice Robinson 

"Four years together by the bay." Such 
bull . . . Let it be known that I had fun, and 
made some great friends. I braved many 
new experiences and travelled to many 
countries. I went from a "swizzlestick in a 
blender" to a "senior All-American." Now, 
though, it's time to move on. Thanks for 
the memories. David 

Walter Stimpson Sechriest 

Walt came to USNA from the elite social 
circles of Birmingham, Ala., via a year's 
sojourn at a little Southern Gentleman's 
finishing school called Sewanee. Immedi- 
ately, Walt distinguished himself and the 
class of '87 by being the first to rise to the 
"Cannonball Challenge" (Unfortunately, 
the last 1/4 of #12 just wouldn't stay 
down). Throughout his four years here, 
Walt has continued to distinguish himself 
with his achievements in Plebe Crew, 
Powerlifting, his membership in Sigma 
Tau Delta and his sure guidance as pres- 
ident of the Churchill Society. Walt has 
truly made the most of his summers, with 
his foreign exchange to the German Naval 
Academy and tour with the Royal Nor- 
wegian Navy, gaining a valuable first step 
toward his long-term career goal of be- 
coming a Naval Attache. Walt, we're sure 
that your family is quite proud of all you 
have accomplished here . . . and so are we! 
Fair winds and following seas! DBH. 

Timothy Alan Snoke 

Tim came to us via Great Lakes and 
NAPS. Upon arrival in 14 Tim committed 
the ultimate sin of being professional as a 
youngster. No one knew what to think of 
Tim, who acted as if laughing was a crime, 
except that he was bound for a career in 
the Corps. One never argued with Tim 
because he would win even if he wasn't 
right. Second class year brought fear into 
the hearts of plebes who faced a trip to one 
of his thorough comearounds. First class 
year, I roomed with Tim and the dogkiller. 
As drill officer, Tim could only watch as 
our illustrious CC snaked his way around 
Warden Field. Tim took over the CC slot 
second semester and did a great job in 
leading us to graduation. The Corps has 
since faded and with flying not possible, 
Tim will be joining the Nucs in Orlando. I 
learned a lot about and from Tim but most 
important, I have found a true friend. Fair 
winds and following seas. DWH. 

Wendy Ilene Sullivan 

Wendy turned down MIT to go to the boat 
school. She comes from the corn fields of 
the Eastern Shore. She adjusted to the 
Academy life very well and found herself 
active in the Pep-band and Gymnastics. 
Academics never gave her many problems, 
and her excellence as Systems major 
earned her a membership in the Tau Beta 
Pi honor society. As second class brigade 
ops., she helped organize NL303 Mess 
Night and played the role of Madame Vice. 
She is an all-around terrific girl; quiet and 
conservative, but always willing to help 
her friends (and usually willing to share 
her prized chocolate). The time she spent 
tutoring people at the Academy will be 
paid off as she travels to Rhode Island to 
be a math teacher at NAPS. Wendy will 
excel at anything she does, and we wish 
her the best of luck. ALG. 


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Erica Anne Miles 

After spending a year at Mary Washing- 
ton, Erica decided to leave her mark on 
Navy. She began her time in 32 where she 
learned to close her window blinds and not 
to lock her door when the dead bolt is 
broken. Scrambled to seventh heaven, Er- 
ica was forced to live out-of-company. The 
allure of 7-3 must have worked, because 
second semester she had to be forced to 
move upstairs. Second class year Erica's 
left hand became quite valuable; then she 
went to ring dance. First class year Erica 
had a love affair with conduct before she 
faced the challenge of training officer and 
the PCR. E "managed" to earn her N-star 
with the rifle team. After she flings her 
cover into the air and hears the bells of St. 
Anne's, Erica will be Pensacola bound. 
Keep 'em flying high. Best Wishes and 
Good Luck Always. SEM. 

Lee Howard Miller 

Lee "Howard the Duck" Miller turned 
down the women, the parties, and a schol- 
arship to Penn St. in order to attend the 
Academy. After three years of varsity 
wrestling, his senior year interests were 
turned towards golf, darts, pool, nerf 
hoops, and other physically challenging 
activities. Lee has always been a ladies' 
man, and has no problem picking up wom- 
en (as long as he is in Dahlgren or they are 
wearing SDBs). His area of study was 
oceanography, but he was able to pick up 
an anatomy minor at local colleges 
(actually high schools). Some things that 
we will never forget (or remember depend- 
ing upon the amount of Yu-Yu-Yukon) are 
skiing and sunning during spring break, 
the Ram's Head, four wheeling, late night 
popping, and his present from the girl 
from the U. of Md. A self proclaimed "Top 
Gun," Lee chose to fly with the best — 
Navy Air !! Good luck — you're a great 
friend. MJK (the neat half of the room). 

John Crosby Milliman 

J.C. came to the Academy from the back- 
woods of Maine, but not void of the mil- 
itary life. A true mariner at heart, J.C. was 
very active with the sailing team. Maybe 
more than he would have liked. As a fir- 
stie, J.C. spent most of his time under his 
car (the famous SKONK), with his lady 
friend, proof-reading his roommate's pa- 
pers, in the rack, or killing brain cells with 
the boys. Many people will remember him 
as the creator of Pete Prodev. Pete and 
J.C.'s banjo-accompanied comedy show 
brought out the best of his dry humor. His 
latest endeavor is to write a book entitled 
"How to Win Friends Through Under- 
standing and Sympathy." Now he is off to 
Quantico and an aspiring career as a Ma- 
rine aviator. He leaves the Academy in a 
cloud of SKONK dust with top down, sun- 
glasses on, and Hank Jr. blaring over the 
"350 cubic inches of thunderous power." 
Later Champ — good luck in the FMF. 

David William Odom 

Dave came to the Naval Academy with the 
persona of the "All American Boy." After 
four years, he has greatly diversified his 
interests and has developed a craving for 
orange soda. At times it seems Dave is lost 
in thought but he always finds himself 
somewhere near the clam bar. Scrotie con- 
siders himself a great driver, and if in- 
surance rates are a determination of this, 
then he is one of the best. Dave is a true 
sports fan, has one of the strongest remote 
control fingers in the company, and may 
be the first mid to have a couch cushion 
retired in his honor. David William Odorri 
has been my roommate for the last three 
years, and I can attest that he'll be an asset 
to the future of the nuclear power pro- 
gram. Just watch your hair, your tan, and 
your belly, Dave. The boys in 14 will al- 
ways hold a special place in our heart for 
the fun-loving madman from NC. "Kean- 

Steven Allen Swift 

All the years of practice with the "baby" 
finally paid off. Steve served as the Drum 
& Bugle Corps Commander this year. This 
distinguished position made him the only 
four striper or above to serve over 70 days 
restriction. Quite a feat for just two form- 
2's. Moreover, Steve survived the wrath of 
EE and emerged after four years of hard 
work with a 3.2. 1 guess he who plays hard 
works hard!? Steve is a mid who could 
never be accused of discriminating against 
women in the military, at USNA or 
ROTC. After all, he wouldn't have any 
girlfriends if he did. If Steve ever tires of 
EE and the Navy he could surely model his 
fancy winter wardrobe or arctic ski jacket 
for GQ. Steve will be a great asset for the 
submarine force. You gotta love that ice 
cream . . . Take her down, Steve. MJK and 

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CAPT Michael Hamel 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: David Adams, Dan Schindler, John Flansburg, Carey Manhertz, Stephen Panchyshyn, Reuben Hart, John 
Plohetski, James Money, Christine Keller Row Two: Mary Miles Row Three: Joseph Lauletta, Mathew Ludwig, Robert 
Hoskins, Brian Patton, John Kyle, Arthur Penny, Hugh Mills Not Shown: Robert Donohue, Marc Gibeley, John Harris, 
Anthony Hollinger, Charles Lane, Antonio Martinez, Randall Packard, Jeffrey Rayburn, William Reilly, Kimberly Russ, 
Roger Stanton 


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Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Dan Schindler 
Company Sub Commander: Matt Ludwig 
Company Adjutant: Dave Adams 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Joseph Lauletta 
Company Sub Commander: John Harris 
Company Adjutant: John Flansburg 

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The Brigade: Fifteenth Company 

The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Douglas Tucker, Scott 
Minium, Andrew Rander, Jeremy 
Thompson, Jon Wills, Peter 
Callaghan, James Elders, Terry 
Bickham, Thomas Guerrero Row 
Two: Steve Erickson, Bruce Stanfill, 
Shannon Kawane, Donald Hensley, 
Arthur Deleon, Terry Bickham Row 
Three: John Treutler, Henry 
Wingate, Joseph Spegele, Michael 
McMahon, Daniel Rosser, Mark 
Lotze, Christopher Marr Not 
Shown: Mark Bible, George Davis, 
John Dobbins, Stephen Ferro, James 
Hikmat, Ronald Kinn, Jeremy 
Noonan, Edward Olshaw, Timothy 
Quinn, John Zeberlein, Anthony 


Row One: Daniel Boisvert, Robert 
Webber, Raymond Art, Bruce Brown, 
Craig Prosser, Karin Klose, James 
Holly, John Datka, Johnny Derricho 
Row Two: Eddie Glasper, Karl 
Liebl, Steven Lambrecht, Dieter 
Jobe, Joker Jenkins, Michael Priefer, 
Duska Sahler, Michael Baird, 
Dominic Roberts, Richard Rapson 
Row Three: Brenda Berger, Stephen 
Formella, Bonny Morgan, Dave 
Boyles, Harry Brandicourt, Heidi 
Dickerson, Mark Perkinson, Joseph 
Roth Not Shown: Marshall James, 
Stephen Laabs, Robert Morrison, 
David Nolan, Michele Villani, Jay 


Row One: Mark Mineo, Donna 
Thurow, Leah Faris, Paul Moody, 
Tomas Zikas, Franklin Allen, David 
Mitchell, Steven Daggs, Colleen 
McFeely Row Two: Mark Elliott, 
Gerald Haran, James Conway, 
Richard O'Connell, Charles Kane, 
Daniel Brunk, Kevin Turner, Roger 
Morgan, Jon Carriglitto, Kevin 
Magrane, Mark Rinaudo Row 
Three: Patrick Flood, Claro 
Villareal, Joseph Gannon, James 
Wolf, Andre Smith, Jason Schave, 
Timothy Spitser, Samuel Whitman, 
John O'Brien, Michael Johnson, 
Robert Gillette Not Shown: Anne 
Kulbitski, Davida Nelums, David 

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The Brigade: Fifteenth Company 

Kim, I'm so proud of you. 
Congratulations! Love Mom. 

Yea, though he walks thru 
the valley of the shadow 
of death he shall fear no 
evil for he is the toughest 
marine in the valley! 
He has dreamed his dream. 
He's ready to fight. He's 
proved himself worthy and 
qualified in flight. With 
loving pride to son and 
brother, John Kyle 15 Co. 
Mom, Dad & sisters. Go 87! 

Congratulations Bob; 
Continued success to you 
and your graduating class. 
Love, The Donohue Bunch! 

Way to go Joe! Love, Mom 
and Dad, Lauren, Lance and 
Barbara, Lex and Lisa. 
Congratulations! Nothing 
can stop you now. Be the 
best. Love always, Kim. 

We're so proud of you 
Randy Packard! Thank you 
for this special moment. 
Continue fulfilling your 
dream. Love to a special 
son/brother — Mom and 

Well done John Flansburg. 
May God and country 
always be as proud of you as 
we are now. Love, Mom, 
Dad, Laura. 

Congratulations Ensign 
William Reilly 15th Co. 
Best wishes and success 
to the Class of '87. We 
love you Bill! Mom, Dad, 
Karen, Barbara, and Butch. 

A snappy salute to Ensign 
Robert M. Hoskins Jr. 
Congratulations and smooth 
sailing! You're the greatest. 
Love and God Bless. 
Mom and Dad. 

To Matt and the 15th. You 
have made us prouder than 
you may ever kno. Carry 
our love and best wishes 
in your left shirt pocket 
always. Mom, Dad, Bonnie, 
Tessie and Arthur. 

An Alaska sized toast for 
you Randy Packard may 
fair winds and calm seas 
fill your days, our pride 
is exceeded only by our 
love. Jim, Mom and Family. 

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David John Adams 

D.J., Disco, Rambo, Mr.Intensity are but a 
few of his nicknames. BOOST seemed the 
catalyst that carried him through his 
Academy career. Beware, Elissa, Dave ig- 
nores everyone when he has to study, as 
we found out over the last 4 years. Young- 
ster year, DJ began his quest for the 
"Perfect Woman," it ended at the Pen. His 
ECAs, aside from Company or Batt soft- 
ball and football, included tailgating: 
Three beers and he was wasted! How 
about the yard of beer and the singing girls 
at the "Bee?" His other interests were: our 
babe, the Bears, the Cubs, and last but not 
least, oceanography. Once Senior year hit, 
Dave could be found at a variety of places: 
Fuddruckers, Baltimore, his desk, Balti- 
more, or Fuddruckers. Dave is one of those 
among us getting hitched, they do make a 
great couple. Pensacola will prove to be 
the climax to one of his dreams^Go get 
them David J. because it ain't over, tiLit's 
over! Rock 'N' Roll! DSS & JWP. 

Robert Brian Donohue 

Bob packed too many muscles when he 
came to USNA so he had no room for 
common sense, thus Dimwitty was born. 
Bob grappled his way through plebe year 
without a strain. We thought he was going 
subs when he showed us how to pack in 
TJ. "Taco Bell" — OUCH! Soph, year he 
gave up his singlet for an HP with which 
he systematically got good grades. Mono- 
pole loved ski trips with a free ride down at 
Killington, Mr. Shotgun, and lessons from 
an 1 1 year old at King Pine. He got a wet 
leg in Lauderdale before eating Chris' bur- 
ger. In the spring Bob discovered a new 
meaning to the Kreb's Cycle. During sec- 
ond class summer, Bob's alter ego ap- 
peared; sports pages, nachos, videos at 
Bett and Joe's, couch potato extraordi- 
naire. Junior year took its toll, Bob and 
Rube, beep, beep. Bob has already earned 
his backseat quals with the LBI Topgun 
maneuver. Just keep your head out of the 
clouds and your hands to yourself. "When 
we're . . ." 

John Thomas Flansburg Jr. 

When Flanny came to USNA he had a few 
lessons to learn. It took some time and a 
session in the room with the long green 
table to get to him. Starting off in Fifth 
Company he learned the true meaning of 
the word plebe. Well, youngster year saw a 
different Flanny. In a new company with a 
Marine company officer, and Tony as a 
roommate, John saw the light, and 
squared himself away averaging a 3.0 for 
the year. Having reached his academic 
goal, John picked up another interest: 
Amy . Between school, Amy, and being a 
Battalion honor rep., John was kept on his 
toes here at good old Navy. Also, don't let 
that "spindly" frame fool you, on the bas- 
ketball court John is a terror. Averaging 25 
points and drawing 10 fouls per game he 
was unstoppable. Intermural basketball 
won't be the same without him. AAV Ma- 
ry, Tony, Paul, and Art. Good luck in the 
USMC. Love, MAM. Roger C. 

Marc Morris Gibeley 

Marc was recruited to play baseball for 
Navy and was told he was too small to play 
football. His stubbornness and 4 years of 
hard work on the field and in the weight 
room earned him a letter in football. 
Marc's hard working and competitive spir- 
it show he always will be a success. He 
started his academic career as a Mech E 
but after youngster cruise Marc "fell in 
love with the ocean" and became an Ocean 
Engineer. He was given the nickname 
"Father Marc" after his famous post- 
weekend phrase "I could've" and pre Pitt 
game prayer. Marc was sometimes hard to 
live with (magazine fights) as he sweated 
through Statics and the PCR. He was 
placed in exile for a semester. He was also 
lots of fun as he abused mids and civilian 
girls with his wit. Remember Army? 
"What do you need, Marc?" After football 
he lost 40 lbs. in 2 months and became 
quite a stylish dresser. Hey uh, Marc, good 
luck in Nuke school. We know you'll do 
well. BEP & BR. 

Robert Martin Hoskins Jr. 

Bob came to us from Owensboro, Ken- 
tucky after a year of prep school. Bob had 
too much fun in high school. During Rush 
Summer Bob pledged 22. Nine months 
and gallons of coffee later he made it. Bob 
met Panch, a fellow Poli Sci road warrior 
and roommate. The relationship between 
Bob and the Poli Sci Dept was fruitful; it 
kept him here! Bob was famous for the 
numerous road trips, never one to spend 
an idle weekend (skiing, Atlantic City, 
etc.) Bob spent first class cruise avoiding 
terrorists and partying in Peru. Quiet and 
mellow, Bob never bothered anyone. He 
was our Co. Cdr. (OOPS!) Never fried a 
soul. Bob thanks Dad and Mom for all the 
support and prayers over the years, they 
were always there. He also thanks Ann for 
the great weekends in Jersey. He owes you 
all. Bob best of luck in SpecOps and any 
other plans. (Carol?) God Bless and take 
care. It was great. "My post is here boys." 
B.H. stool #6, Pete's Place, 1983-87. SJP. 

Christine Marie Keller 

Chris came to the Academy "the All- 
American Girl" (the kind Mom likes). 
Coming from Sandy, Utah, her vision of 
the world may have been too ideal. That 
quickly changed with two decisions (also 
showing she didn't like weekends): Me- 
chanical Engineering and Women's Crew. 
Chris's M.E. motto: If it moves — no 
problem, if it sits still — no chance (The 
crane!). No matter how tough, taps was 
bedtime: crew practice goes. Her dedica- 
tion was incredible: giving up free time, 
Saturdays, and leave. She also 
"volunteered" for Plebe Summer Compa- 
ny Commander: T-Court formations star- 
ing at her fiance to be. (another story). 
Senior year, more work as CMC President 
and her final puppeteering act, yet she 
always had time for her friends. Always 
someone to talk to, to confide in: A friend 
that will not easily be forgotten. Still the 
"All-American Girl," now with new per- 
spectives to consider, and new dreams to 
conquer. Thanks for everything. JWP 

John Sheppard Kyle 

John came to the Academy with one thing 
in mind: getting out — and into the Ma- 
rine Corps. His worst mistake was choos- 
ing a major requiring work: Areospace. 
Once he made the jump to PhySci it was 
smoother sailing. John's most memorable 
semester was spring of youngster year 
when he survived an ac-board, and found 
himself UA twice in one week. He spent 
two months in Smoke Hall, earning the 
distinction of senior restrictee. He spent 
three years trying to earn a letter in Rug- 
by. A bad knee prevented this, but his 
favorite move (a dash to the beer tap at a 
Rugby party) still earns him All-American 
honors. At local pubs, John was a favorite 
among his buddies; even without goggles 
on, he would bite the bullet and settle for 
second best. (But the chicks still dig him). 
Never one to back down from a fight or 
argument, John will add a lot of fight to 
the Marine Corps. Yeah baby, you're just a 
Yankee Rose. Eat 'em and smile! 

Charles Dean Lane 

Chuck Lane came to Sing Sing on the 
Severn as a nice hard working country boy 
from Pataskala, Ohio, next to the middle 
of nowhere. Chuck had the social grace of 
a rhinoceros in heat. Being in hard core 
25th company as a plebe didn't help any; 
he became a workaholic and a 
workoutaholic. Youngster year he ac- 
quired two new roommates who tried to 
introduce him to wine, women and song. 
Chuck wasn't taken in; he became to in- 
terested in 150s football, where he earned 
two letters as a bruising nose tackle. 
Chuck came out of his shell second class 
year: he shaved out of necessity and had 
his first beer. From then on, his grades 
dropped exponentially and the females of 
Annapolis felt unsafe. Anyone who heard 
of Charlie's exploits at the Stevie Ray 
Vaughn concert first class year knows that 
his career at the Naval Academy hit a peak 
that night. Charlie is good people and the 
Marines should be proud to have him en- 
tering their ranks. 


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Michael Francis Guyer 

Yo, Mickey's road to the Academy was 
unique. The option was there: imprison- 
ment or Marine Corps. He chose the lat- 
ter. After fun at Parris Island, et al. he 
arrived at NAPS and was introduced to 
Navy doctors, seeing them ever since. He 
rode the 'vators plebe year. He was in- 
ducted into the 15th Co. Poli-Sci Road 
Warriors with Hos, Tippy, Rog & Panch. 
He and Croz roomed, living on tuna fish 
and crystal light. Study habits: bandana 
on head, throwing Philly fits, listening to 
Buffett or Hendrix: "Are you experi- 
enced?" Villanova road trip, Awesome. 
Sub 5:30 mile with 5 knee ops. Mickey 
thanks Mom, Dad, brothers and sisters for 
all their support. They were always there. 
Special thanks to Jack Johnson and Bud- 
dy for help and advice. To all the chums in 
Garrett Hill, Porkee, JayCat, Vandeee, 
and Conkey: See yous on A1A. Let's hope 
the Marine Corps approves white works 
for Mickey. God Bless You All. It was O.K. 
Thanx Budweiser. 

John Daniel Harris 

To Mom, Dad, Mrs."C", O.D., R.D., R.H., 
S.J., family and friends who kept me sane. 
All my love and thanks. JDH. Feets don't 
fail me now! J.D., Noodleman, Johnny 
Badhair, joined us from Richmond 
.Virginia determined to be an Ocean En- 
gineer, do or die, despite natural abilities 
leaning towards rock stardom or a bull 
major. Plebe year was spent avoiding au- 
thority, and he would have succeeded ex- 
cept for roommate Wen Duke, who 
showed him how to get serious. Not se- 
rious enough, though, and Navy life (sans 
weekends) was spent sailing varsity off- 
shore, boxing, and earning his all-nighter 
quals in the guise of the Noodleman. Con- 
tinuing time-waste research (toothpicks, 
pennies, guitars, synthesizer) earned him 
the position of company sub, and will be a 
great aid in the fleet. We never had a dull 
moment with the man of a thousand 
voices. Give 'em hell SWO-Daddy! RDH & 

Reuben Deloss Hart Jr. 

Rube showed up at USNA not because he 
loved the sea but because he had never 
seen it. Athletically he applied skills 
learned in hometown tumbleweed races 
and buffalo chip tossing contests to ex- 
celled plebe summer and became the fas- 
test pinger in history. Academics were 
tough, but they would have been easier 
had he attended all the exams. The ac- 
ademic challenge of youngster year forced 
him to take up Hackey and reading. 
Spring of youngster year, Bett and Joe's 
slowed his torrid sex life long enough to 
introduce him to Bud, a friend who did not 
always agree with him. Second class ac- 
ademics took a backseat to HRC duties. 
The terror of 7th wing courts spent first 
class year honing skills and chasing wom- 
en from Hood. His dry wit could find the 
humor in any situation; nobody was safe 
for long without a sense of humility. Fast 
cars, fast food, and fast women — but 
they'll never catch Binsk. Best of Luck. 

Anthony Keith Hollinger 

Appropriately from the city of brotherly, 
Tony Tone, Antony, Philly, T- Holly. Rust 
was the constant defender of his home- 
town. His ability to provide ego-enhancing 
compliments went well with ladies. None 
captured his heart like Sharon. He became 
the Heat Miser as she received all his 
attention. Tony came here most worried 
about academics and ended up with the 
best grades of the crew. As a Navy bailer 
he tried it all: tailback and receiver. He 
even tried to be a Bruiser on offense-can't 
forget that UNC block. T couldn't make 
up his min?. We're brothers (in-laws?) 
now and forever. Hago in The Corps. 
We're behind you because we swam the 
swim, ran the run, and overcame every 
weakness they put before us — together. 
As we go our separate ways we draw on our 
past to help propel us through the future. 
Good Luck. Boo Boo. My special thanks to 
all who supported me -my family, the 
Filippellis, the Fullers, and my friends. 

Joseph Carmen Lauletta Jr. 

Joe came to USNA from the thriving me- 
tropolis of West Chester, Pennsylvania. 
We'll just skip plebe year because Joe did, 
having been assigned to Club 34. Young- 
ster year Joe applied himself wholeheart- 
edly to academics and football-Notre 
Dame is still trying to figure who the one- 
play tailback was who threw the TD pass. 
After three consecutive Faber Castell 
awards for clip board prowess, his football 
career ended with a brief stint in the 
Army-Navy Game'86 (if he could only 
have thrown that pass a little higher!) Jo- 
Jo, a thoroughbred among mules, was re- 
nown for his Annapolis area motel parties 
and was a frontrunner by two lengths in 
the home stretch of the talley-ho. Second 
semester first class year, Joe became com- 
pany commander by default, but he was 
still not averse to tipping a few with the 
troops. Having survived Rocket Reed and 
Killer Keith, Jo-Jo graduates with a Me- 
chanical Engineering degree and a plane 
ticket to Pensacola, Florida. Good Luck 

Mathew Allan Ludwig 

"Lud the Stud" as he is often called hails 
from Long Island and will be a Naval Avi- 
ator, the best of the best, and a good one at 
that. He is a diligent worker who excelled 
in all things save the mile run during first 
class year. His insight and good judgement 
made his sub-commander position valu- 
able to the company and his hard work 
paid off in the form of stars. Matt never 
lacked female companionship as his nick- 
name implies. After a year and a half of a 
sparkling relationship with an oh-so-sweet 
Greek, Matt being the casanova that he is 
had to fight off beautiful women and stick 
to the one woman in every port philos- 
ophy. Matt accomplished heroic feats at 
USNA having his bouts with oceanogra- 
phy and Batt lacrosse. One can expect to 
see Matt accomplishing great things and 
will be able to find him in the cockpit, 
behind the wheel of a vintage '67 Corvette 
or as the incarnate of a Prussian Hussar. 
Best of luck Lud. DSS. 

Carey Mark- Anthony 

Carey came to USNA via "Da Bronx" and 
NAPS. At NAPS Carey established him- 
self as a basketball player. His abilities led 
to several victories including one over 
MAPS. At 6'7" it wasn't often he played 
someone his size; when he did he remem- 
bered. He'll surely remember that guy who 
gave him a run during our plebe summer 
basketball smoker. As a matter of fact 
Dave Robinson will remember Carey for 
some time too. Carey guarded Dave in 
practice for four years and helped to make 
him the player he has become. He didn't 
shine much his first three years here; but 
his last year he regained the confidence 
that got him a position on the varsity 
squad as Navy's sixth man. He went out in 
style averaging about ten minutes, seven 
points, a dunk and a block per game. Carey 
didn't do much outside of basketball ex- 
cept swim. Though he's from Jamaica, it 
was clear that he didn't spend much time 
on the beach. Good luck in your corps. 

Antonio Raul Martinez 

Tony-Tippy-Martinez swam from the 
warm beaches of San Juan, Puerto Rico 
one summer afternoon and ended up in 
Narragansett Bay. Seeing a guy dressed in 
white he asked for ice cream, but instead 
signed up for NAPS. After getting to the 
Academy, he signed away his life (at least 
a good chunk of it) in search of his navy 
wings. Three years after he got to An- 
napolis, the loyal pumpkin-mobile swam 
up the Chesapeake. Over the years Tippy 
earned his varsity "R" and took every 
Spanish course. His arrival in 15th meant 
immediate initiation in the 15th Co. Poli- 
Sci Road Warriors, along with Mickey, 
Panch, Roger and Bobby. First class cruise 
he went to Spain on an exchange. After 
graduation he deployed for eight months 
with the Argentine tall ship Libertad. We 
wonder when he will do something with 
the USN. Tony thanks his friends and 
family, particularly his parents, for their 
support. Oh yeah, and Adolph Coors. Best 
of Luck. MGBHRSSP. 

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Mary Alice Miles 

Even as a plebe Mary strode through the 
halls with the pride and confidence that 
would become her trademark in the years 
to follow. A fierce competitor who gained 
everyone's respect, she made her mark on 
the basketball court and the Softball field, 
while being on the commandant's list sev- 
eral times. A pleasant relief from the black 
uniforms and plain faces was her cheeky 
smile and Woody Woodpecker laugh. She 
came to the Academy not to skate her way 
to a commission, but to perform each as- 
pect of its daily life with honors; she even 
almost got stripes, losing out to Dave Rob- 
inson for Reg supply. Falling in love with a 
guy her roommate went to high school 
with, she was the first victim in fifteen's 
class of '87, getting engaged during Christ- 
mas of her youngster year. Two and a half 
years is a long time to wait. Whew! But 
they endured; now the Marine Corps will 
have two McElroys to deal with for a 
while. Take care, homie. AKH. 

Hugh Edward Mills Jr. 

Ted came from the other side of the tracks 
near Detroit. His street smarts developed 
into a unique common sense. He tries al- 
most too hard to be a nice guy. The first 
glimpse of Ted was a plebe with sweat 
dripping from his entire body (thus 
"Bucket") and puddles at his feet. Young- 
ster year real troubles began: a partying 
sponsor and Dogpen freedom. His habits 
developed: the Morning Buddha, the 
nightly quest for food, tailgating and blow- 
ing off study hour. His favorite saying was 
"The Diet Starts Tomorrow!" Outstand- 
ing grades got him into The Brotherhood: 
Phy-Sci QPR . . .still low. Second class 
year, a year of extravagance: a road trip to 
Lauderdale, a fantastic car, beautiful ring, 
a relationship with the Pauli Girl (and 
JB!), yet no cash for any of it. He didn't 
hassle the Plebes much (OBSTCR). First 
class year party OPS: Still not studying, 
and no diet. Best of luck at P-cola, just be 
gentle on the stick. Take care. JWP. 

James Lester Money 

Bambo has always loved the Corps; he just 
has trouble deciding which one. After a 
brief plebe year flirtation with the Drum 
and Bugle Corps, he transferred his more 
mature affections to the Sup — NO! Put 
the K-Bar down, I was kidding — the 
Marine Corps. He occupies his leisure 
time since then with watching Rambo 
flicks, then rapelling into the Captain's 
office for "a little fun": He won his nick- 
name that way. His uncontrollable knack 
for making deals and organizing clubs 
temporarily on hold by the administra- 
tion, he contents himself with handling 
anything that goes bang — training for 
terrorist attacks? He's also had lengthy 
experience in camoflaging himself — es- 
pecially as a three-striper or another brick 
in the wall. Bambo studies diligently, but 
the prospect of actually attending a class 
always seems to strike sleep into his heart. 
With his background and gunginess, the 
Corps will never let him go. MEG. 

Randall Craig Packard 

Randy, known to his close friends as 
Fudge, Larry, Schoonerhead, and Pret- 
tyboy, joined us on the Bay from the fron- 
tiers of Alaska, looking more like the Ca- 
lifornia type than an Eskimo! More the 
idealist than the realist, Randy fell in love 
with every actress and playmate he saw. 
Upon finally gaining the liberty stripe and 
the freedom to fulfill his romantic fan- 
tasies, Randy fell victim to a narcoleptic 
disease known as "Booze And Snooze." 
Finally, as good friends always do, we fixed 
him up with the unscrupled Mo of Edge- 
water. Randy's life got a little "Wendy" 
then, and before we knew it he was a 
member of the Club. First class year saw 
some trips to Tennessee (Randy took a 
fancy to ovens) and to Syracuse (Maja) 
and then he set his sights on becoming a 
SWO Daddy. We've still got some years 
ahead of us together (Don't count on my 
marriage going on the rocks.) You've been 
a great friend. Now, get me a beer. Slip- 
pery! Hairlip. 

Jeffrey Paul Rayburn 

Disguised as a mild mannered Brigade 
First Lieutenant by day, this champion 
supporter of Navy Hoops is none other 
than "Bushwacker Rayburn." This west- 
ern "Rocky" emerged from that great box- 
ing capital of Irving, Texas to achieve the 
most coveted acclaim in Navy pugilism: 
the Purple Heart. (You should have seen 
the other guy.) Originally a one-women 
man but badly influenced by youngster 
roommates, he soon became a true Ban- 
croft sailor with a girl in every wing. (Just 
kidding, Jeff). Liked by all, disliked by 
none (except maybe Bambo) Jeffs hard 
work in academics paid off with a top 10% 
rank and stars. Jeff was a caring Squad 
Daddy, and I'm sure the troops will always 
remember him fondly. I regret parting 
with my roommate of three years, but Jeff 
shall now embark on a greater cause, the 
submarine force. If in the future he only 
equals his achievements at USNA, he'll do 
great. Best of luck Jeff. MAL. 

William Reilly 

Wild Bill Ryebread arrived a smiling, 
milk-drinking, ail-American boy and 
leaves the same way. Scramble '87 brought 
Bill to 15th and a new environment. Pea- 
nut chews were one of Bill's favorite week- 
end snacks, while his favorite pasttime 
was late night car rides. As a young- 
ster.Bill decided to give 1501b football a 
try. Bill soon became a star, winning three 
letters, being selected captain, and being 
named to two all-World teams. Spring 
Break '86 brought Bill to Waikiki and the 
annual Hot Buns contest. He earned sec- 
ond place and the boys a great laugh. First 
class year He decided to do Plebe Summer 
and taught Plebes right from wrong: 
"That was bad, bad, very bad." Academic 
year Bill began "Dancing in the Dark" 
with Bruce after he "lost that number." 
Bill graduates an oceanographer with a 
minor he earned youngster year in Vi- 
etnamese. Bill, we'll miss your happy spirit 
and friendly wave. Make friends with a 
pepperoni.BEP & MMG. 

Kimberly Sue Russ 

Appointed from the Golden State, Cali- 
fornia, Kim had to sell her Fiat and hasn't 
been the same since. She was always fond 
of the state of Hawaii and will always 
remember those chicken McNuggets, ba- 
nana bread, Mario, and all those great 
sites she didn't see. Travelling with Kim 
was always an adventure, whether it be on 
cruise, Spring Break, or just during the 
weekend. She has a very spontaneous na- 
ture and it could never be said that she was 
predictable. Her personality is one in a 
million and she is a caring individual — 
except for Newport. Kim works diligently 
and puts forth a strong effort in whatever 
she does. She excelled on the women's 
Softball team as the starting pitcher and is 
a great all-around athlete. Kim will be 
returning to Hawaii soon to begin her ca- 
reer. You could not ask for a better friend 
and any unit would be lucky to have her. 
Hang loose and best wishes in your career. 

Dan S Schindler 

Dan, also known as Spindly, is a man of 
many distinctions: N* in bowling — how 
could we forget? One of the few mids with 
a losing record vs. USAA, 2-0. A man of 
many interests. Calamine lotion, straws, 
black eyes, skin reactions, bowling balls, 
pull-ups and car payments, these are a few 
of his favorite things. An illustrious career 
at USNA, a true pro-dev idol with in- 
tegrity as his middle name. He was the Sir 
Thomas Moore of the 15th company. His 
conscience was his guide. His devotion to 
duty was displayed as company command- 
er for he ate and slept company politics 
while turning the company around. He 
should have spent more time on his SA401 
homework but he had his priorities well 
defined. A very lucky woman is taking over 
custody of our pride of the Motor City, 
Actually Sally and Dan are lucky to have 
each other. We wish them the very best. 
Stick to the skies and stay off the road- 
ways, super fan. ASP & MAL. 


The Brigade: Fifteenth Company 

Stephen John Panchyshyn 

Cogito, cogito sum, ergo sum, cogito. WAY 
TO GO, navy oops, i graduated J ust C all i 
t L uck thank you ALL Cogito, ergo sum. 
. . . PAX . . . 

Brian Eugene Patton 

Brian came to USNA as a top recruit for 
crew. After hundred:, of ergos and two or 
one mental healths, Brian became a na- 
tional champ in the Plebe Four. Youngster 
year he realized some things are more im- 
portant than crew; school, girls, and beer. 
Brian then took up physical science and 
dropped school from his values. 
"Chicks.they dig me!" soon became our 
party animal's most beloved phrase. Sec- 
ond class summer was highlighted by "You 
can't do this to me, I'm a BEEPing mid- 
shipman!" After second class year Brian 
began spending much time at Western 
Maryland . . ."Ohh Brian, not again!?!" 
Through the three years we've known you 
Brian, you've been a great 
friend/roommate and a very fun and funny 
guy. Thanks for the memories: Hawaii '86, 
Plebe Summer (PEP?), Fire Brewed, Kiki, 
Halls of Montezumer. Good luck in the 
Supply Corps and beyond. We'll miss you! 
Marc and Billy. 

Arthur Scott Penny 

Art entered the Academy with high hopes: 
to graduate. He graduated as one of the 
brothers with a B.S. in physical science 
(and of course a minor in chemistry) and 
fulfilled his dream of being a Marine of- 
ficer. Art has many hobbies; if he wasn't 
doing these, he wasn't studying. His hob- 
bies included drinking, dipping, darts, sol- 
itaire, spades, sleeping, skiing, TV, coffee, 
Kim, and reading the same book five 
times. As an athlete, he excelled on and off 
the field, gaining a Z* in the rack and 
playing a mean game of company soccer, 
fieldball, and fast pitch. He spent many 
hours on the golf course and the 19th 
green with a good friend Rob. His love life 
started youngster year. Kim and Art hit it 
off quickly with Kim worshipping his feet 
the night they met and subjecting him to 
Mom Kirby's fantastic cooking. Marriage 
was inevitable and they will be a fabulous 
pair in Quantico. Take care Art, eat em'up 
in the Corps. OOO-RAH. DSS. 

John William Plohetski 

John was the company social butterfly. 
There was nothing he didn't know about. 
Plo was so worried about everyone else 
during study hour that he did his studying 
after everyone else was in the rack. As a 
mechanical engineer (Why me? Why 
M.E.?) in and out of the classroom, he was 
the company fix-it man. His hard work 
paid off when he made nuke-surface. John 
had an obsession for knowing the theory 
behind everything — especially the crane. 
His persistence and commitment will lead 
him to success, except perhaps in his 
search for the perfect woman; in that re- 
spect, John "spits on commitment." When 
he wasn't studying or socializing, he tried 
to inflict as much damage as possible on 
other hockey players. John was always the 
man to go see if you needed a favor or 
anything else (if you could find him). John 
and his folks (who could forget all the 
wonderful things they did for us) will for- 
ever remain special to all of us. DJA & 

Roger Crozier Stanton 

This all-American Bostonian pugilist left 
the one most important thing in his life — 
his family — came to the Academy, and 
began a four year reign as a champ in the 
ring and being dug by chicks. "Can you 
blame 'em they're only human!" Plebe year 
Roger met Coach Smith, his father-like 
mentor, and with Dickey and Killer fought 
his way to California and the National 
Championship. A disappointing youngster 
year followed with a broken hand after 
Brigades, but a membership with the Poli- 
Sci Road Warriors formed strong friend- 
ships and good times with Bobby, Panch, 
Art, Disco, Mickey, & Tippy as well as a 
fitting nickname "3-beer Stanton." Sec- 
ond class year was marked by a suicide 
diet and a National Championship in Col- 
orado. With first class year came more of 
the same honors in the ring, bar hopping, 
and a spot diving with Spec. Ops. Why 
not, chicks dig divers, don't they? His di- 
ploma was delivered by St. Jude. TM, MG, 
BH, SP. 

The Brigade: Fifteenth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Eric Hoy, John Loricco, John Ortega, Christopher Smith, Mark Gibson, Jason Garrison, Matthew Howes, Jonah 
Shen, Craig Soer Row Two: Timothy Reimann, Mark Gardner, Trav Thiesse, Brandan Kot, Frederick Smith, Kenneth 
Robell, Andrew Buckon, John Stefanko, Scott Johnson, Michael Ryan Row Three: Barry Brockway, Douglas Mason, Brant 
Pickrell, James Bouchard, John Hottendorf, William Soper, Joseph Cheneler, Michael Martin, Sean Sullivan, Robert 
Wehman Not Shown: Carl Neidhold, William Neumann 


LT Mike Chapline 

The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 

- - -''":S^i«-~. 


^B^mFall Staff ■■ 

Company Commander: Andrew Buckon 
Company Sub Commander: Michael Martin 
Company Adjutant: Doug Mason 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Jason Garrison 
Company Sub Commander: Joe Cheneler 
Company Adjutant: James Bouchard 

The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Todd Hiett, John Kenn- 
ington, Leonard Armstrong, Patty 
Lipoma, Michelle Laurenzano, Tom 
George, Ron Wince, David Shelton, 
Richard Kondo Row Two: George 
Davis, Frederick Gosebrink, Gino 
Celia, Margaret Brounk, James Yee, 
Maxmilian Grant, Lindsay Kough, 
Jon Bunn, Dennis McKelvey, Jose 
Escobar, Jeremy Noonan Row 
Three: Grant Stephenson, Robert 
Sunderland, Arthur Drennan, Chris 
Daugherty, Bernard Sullivan, Mark 
Mercer, Jason Matic, Mike Kraft Not 
Shown: David Dieugenio, Gina 
Edison, Keith Masterson, Michael 
Musser, Richard Rodriguez 


Row One: Brian King, David Thorn, 
Christopher Olson, Michael 
Windland, Eugene Martin, Albert 
Corchuelo, Jeffrey Garigliano, Dana 
Dewey, John Dell Row Two: 
Christopher Spunar, Scott Baroun, 
Rob Menendez, Rob Memmesheimer, 
Keith Brzozowsky, Eric Voegels, 
David Dowling Lance Westerlund, 
Robert Millott, Joseph Austin, 
Robert Williams Row Three: 
Thomas Foggin, Matthew Clucas, 
John Rogers, John Beal, Chris 
Pickett, Eric Sherck, Derrick Garvin, 
Matthew Rose, Joseph Schweitzer, 
Pete Rieg, Harold Cornwall Not 
Shown: Jay Dill, Matthew Finney, 
Joseph Smith 


Row One: Lance Hayden, Jennifer 
Buenviaje, Karon Barker, Glenn 
Weinstein, Edward Simila, Peter 
Slamp, Martin Pullen, Kevin 
McGowan, Bryan Ponce Row Two: 
Kerry O'Boyle, Stephen Sammons, 
George Graves, William Suggs, Alex- 
ander Moore, David Blackman, 
Michael Mangiapane, Keith Erdman, 
Brian Friley, Timothy Callahan, 
James Manchester, Joseph Bond 
Row Three: Edwardo Wilson, 
Steven Lupton, Chris Lemmink, 
Aaron Johnson, Robert Liebe, John 
Powers, Peter Landauer, Brian 
Smith, Bryan Tauzer, Michael Miller, 
Robert Cameron, Billy Castleberry 
Not Shown: Christina Dineen 


The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 

The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


May your expectations 
alays be fulfilled to 
the highest limits. Love 
George, Diane and Children 

Congratulations on the 
completion of a grueling 
four years. With pride and 
love Jesse, Clare and kids 

Soar high, live long and 
prosper. Be happy! Love 
Jim, Debbie and children. 

You may be last by birth- 
rights but your dreams, 
labor, achievements and 
successes have set you 
first. All our love and 
admiration. A.K.A. et, al. 

May you have fair winds 
and following seas. Love 
Dave, Terry, and Domenic. 

May all your dreams turn 
into reality and may God 
continue to bless you. 
Love, Steve, Mary and Ana. 

J.C., your father would 
have been as proud of you 
as I am. Luv ya, Mum. 

We salute and congratulate 
you, Jason, for a job well 
done with honorable 
distinction. It is with 
our deepest love we hope 
your future is the best 

Proud of you son. 

We knew you could, we knew 
you would. Congratulations 
Ensign Mark Gibson. From 
all your family. Love and 
pride. Mom, Dad, and Kathy 

Congrats ENS Barry Brock- 
way. We're so proud of 
you! Godspeed and happy 
flying. Love, Dad, Donna, 
Grandma, Denise, Chuck, 
Yvonne, Craig. 

Cras ingens iterabimus 
aequor. Ave atque vale, 
Tim Reimann. Mom et Dad, 
Ron, Tom, Carolyn, John 
Mark et Matt. 

Lt. Sean P. Sullivan 

We are very proud 

Mom Dad Joe Shane 


Semper Fi 

Congratulations Trav 
Thiesse! We love you! Dad, 
Mom, Steve, Judy, Monty, 
Lisa, Dennis, Sandy, Marty, 
Melanie, Lori, Paul, Lesli, 
and Greg 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87 with our best 
wishes for continued suc- 
cess. The Wehman Family. 

Congratulations and Best 
Wishes 16th Co. and the 
Class of '87 from the 
family of Brant Pickrell. 
God bless you. Dad, Mom, 
Jim, Karen, Jenni, Sue. 

Congratulations and much 
love — We are all so proud 
of you, Will Soper! Fly 
high! Dad, Mom, Laurie, 
Matthew, and Molly. 

Congratulations to Mike 
Ryan and Class of '87. 
Dreams do come true! With 
love and pride, Dad, Mom, 
Ginny, Steve, Matt, and 

Congratulations sixteen! 
Good luck John '87. 
Jerry '84. 

Congratulations '87 and 
especially Eric Hoy. We 
hope that you will always 
set such high goals and 
work so hard to achieve. 
We are so proud!! Dad and 

To Doug, "Away, Away, with 
Fife and Drum." Love the 
North Atlantic Squadron. 
Congrats to The Best — 
16th Company. 

Congratulations and best 
wishes. Ensign Bill 
Neumann, from your proud 


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The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


James Everett Bouchard 

Jimmy traveled a great and perilous jour- 
ney across the county line to come to US- 
NA. This step was so great he even ended 
up in the same company with his older 
brother. This was only to last for plebe 
year as Jimmy, like the rest of 87, got 
moved. Thus we all got to know him in 
Sweet 16. There are only 3 things that Jim 
knows about: God, Robin, and EE. He 
professes not to be an expert on any of 
them, but they are all real "cool" 
(especially Robin). By his second class 
year, Jimmy was destined to be a recruit to 
the "WMWL," although the "HMWH" 
did not give up. Sorry guys. Many of us 
still have questions for Jim: Are you really 
going to USNA or Messiah? When will you 
realize that EE is nothing but magic ? Do 
you ever get upset? Why subs? Jimmy is 
the kind of guy who can do anything he 
sets his mind on. Thanks for teaching me 
patience and how not to worry. Good luck 
with NPS, Prototype, Robin, etc. . . .See 
you around. BDP. 

Barry Dean Brockway 

USNA was not quite ready for Barry, the 
wild man from Wisconsin, but through a 
good plebe year with Michael J. and Big 
Dan he made it through fine. The Brock's 
first achievement in 16 was to become the 
stronghold of heavy metal, with his own 
radio show. After the advent of The Sta- 
ble, the wild-man reemerged, cooling his 
relationship with the big C and becoming a 
hunter. Having no problem with school, 
Bear resorted to the rack, music, beer and 
sports, QBing and coaching the company 
football team to brigade champs in 87. 
Some key words that jar the memory — 
the Cubs, Point Bravo, streaking, Zack's at 
Myrtle, Oahu with Brandan, Easter with 
Rodger, Parkers, N.C., UVA, Pitt, Del- 
aware, Largo and the reef. A few brushes 
with C.J. kept him from moving to striper- 
land, but he leaves us as an NFO headin' 
for the beaches and pleasures of P-Cola. 
Take care Brock, we'll see which bachelor 
lasts the longest. DEM. 

Andrew Daly Buckon 

Andy came from a backwoods Triangle, 
Virginia, the son of a Marine Corps Colo- 
nel that was sure to follow the same path 
— well, almost. He stormed into the Acad- 
emy a soccer star and played for Navy his 
plebe year, only to later shine in the bruis- 
ing company league. Plebe year found him 
in Slack Six form which he went to the 
Sweet Co. to eventually become Company 
Commander. Remember: stomach move- 
ments all over Pensacola, bearded clam 
YP359, Buffet '85, Colorado skiing, camp- 
ing '87, etc. Andy is off to UVA on a 
Bourke Scholarship to get his masters be- 
fore joining the rich bubbleheaded com- 
munity. Good luck you're on your own 
now; I taught you all I can. MRM. 

Joe Michael Cheneler 

Joe, known as Chief, came to 16 with 
wings upon his chest. He quickly estab- 
lished himself as King Recon by trying to 
sail Knockabouts while in the water. After 
a broken plebe year romance, frustrated 
attempts in the hall, and $400 weekends, 
Joe snaked on his sponsor's niece for 2 
years. The majority of first class year was 
spent worshipping the almighty JAVA. 
Joe gained much popularity with class- 
mates by being a good and quiet neighbor 
(Ha). His Dive School attempt though no 
fault of his own almost sent him to the 
surface Navy (where he really wanted to 
be). Joe blazed a smooth trail to College 
Park every weekend, when his car was up 
to it, and he always came back to proclaim 
about all of the copious amounts of stud- 
ying he accomplished. Right Joe. He had 
one motto that seem to put everything 
into perspective: Airborne sucks! JDG. 

Matthew Ryder Howes 

Matt is from the Garden State, New Jer- 
sey. He came to the Academy so he could 
fly jets for the Navy. On January 27, 1987 
his wish was granted. Matt's background 
has been military for some time. He grad- 
uated from the Admiral Farragut Acad- 
emy. Fast cars have always been a passion. 
This is seen in the car he bought with his 
car loan, a Porsche 944. Little will stop 
him from driving his car fast. Very little 
and very fast! In the spring of '86 Matt 
became engaged to one of his classmates, 
Julie Helmers. She will also become a pi- 
lot. Little was seen of Matt his first class 
year. He spent most of his time on 3-4. He 
did, however, visit the company before for- 
mations and at taps. On the athletic field 
Matt contributed to company sports. He 
was a very important part of the light- 
weight football team first class year when 
they won the brigade championship. 
Matt's major is Oceanography. Why? I 
don't know and neither does he. 

Eric Harlyn Hoy 

After a year of tranquility at the U. of 
Idaho, our Hoyboy Eric was ready for 
some excitement in life. At his arrival here 
in Annapolis, he immediately joined the 
Corps (USNA Dumb & Bungle Corps). 
For the years with the Corps he sure had a 
lot of fun and excitement especially during 
the second annual tequila party 
(5K+5K+5K=15K). When not preoccupied 
with such professional development, Eric 
has learned to love Rickover as he played 
with his rubber duck at the tow tank and 
befriended the "Rickover mouse." Eric is 
characterized by his ability to laugh while 
in adversity and his inability to live with- 
out his coffee pot and his best friend, 
"Snuff." Eric's hobbies include taking his 
gun for walks in the rain, constantly work- 
ing on his Corvette, and pulling his hair 
out over NARC problems . . .Oops! Too 
Late! Well, Thanks for all the laughter you 
brought to us and best wishes on your 
dream boat MSO-488. JS & KD. 

Scott Douglas Johnson 

Scotty came to us a dejected orphan from 
26. At first we thought he was shy, but 
soon realized that he actually studied at 
the library. (He looked up words he found 
in comic strips — cat fud?) Youngster year 
he became acquainted with the "late night 
pun." Fish jokes were his favorite until he 
saw no porpoise in them and decided he'd 
haddock. As a second class he consulted; 
charging $1 for help, $3 for answers, and 
$5 for right ones. He soon developed a lust 
for young buxom Swedes and ran off to 
meet some of them on first class cruise. 
Surviving Crystal City, he selected subs. 
Not content with 16 he ran off to loo-loo 
land on 4-1; it was at least good for a coffee 
break. "Tack gode Gud att det inte aer poa 
ricktigt." Hado, Scotty, see you out there. 

Brandan Matthew Kot 

B.K. took the long way from Connecticut 
to USNA — via San Diego. Plebe year in 
12th, he found his chief talent to be belting 
out "Army Mule" to his upperclass, a fu- 
ture nightmare for 16's plebes. 16 altered 
B.K., changing him from Madonna to "10 
Seconds to Love." With his new theme- 
song, B.K. started a string, from the Big 
One (Spring Break 85), going through the 
tank, the Marine and finally his "buddy." 
Brandan was active on the beach (amid 
horses and noxema), and on the seawall, 
eventually peaking with his A-6 quals with 
Barry in Hawaii, to the theme of 
"Rawhide." Keep him away from bananas! 
and if you stay up late, be ready for sce- 
narios — "Christi Brinkley or Lynyrd 
Skynyrd" Always a partier, he lost it with 
the best (Remember Army and Fran's, 
Normy?) Easy to room with, he made a 
missile once out of C.S.'s wargame. A fa- 
vorite of the plebes(?) and of classmates, 
Kot man leaves us as a SWO-Daddy, we'll 
all miss his big WA. DEM. 


The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


Mark Allen Gardner 

...and they call him, G-Man, Guardian of 
the Rack. Due to the great scramble of '87, 
I was not fortunate(?) enough to know 
Mark as a plebe. When we moved into the 
haunted room I thought I was stuck with a 
geek who would keep me up to all hours of 
the night. Then I got to know him. This 
man mastered the art of max rack and 
near-zero studying while piling up the 
4.0's. Then a tall, dark, hoopin' man 
named CJ became our CO. Being hoop- 
sters and honorary brothers ourselves, we 
thought we'd be hooked. I guess we were 
until CJ decided to test G-Man's mettle 
and get into our program. But again we 
survived and G excelled. He was the only 
Tall Boy to maintain his pilot status and 
after a short stint at a real school (G- 
Town, of course) he will head down to P- 
Cola to fly jets, nah, probably P-3's. I 
suppose G would like to thank the boys of 
'86 for making us Guardians of 359 and 
"please give." Later, G, see you in 

Jason Dwight Garrison 

Jason came to the Academy from North 
Carolina. He has managed to keep his 
hometown roots, or should I say Jill has 
kept him rooted to home. Jason is Mr. 
Nice Guy: good grades, patient, humorous, 
etc. But a few things are worth mention- 
ing. Army was always a high point for him. 
Youngster year J.D. added a painting of 
his inner self to a wall at the Ben Franklin 
Hotel (Those Damn onions . . .). Second 
class year he introduced the streets of 
Philly to Southern Style cooking. Spring- 
time of the same year brought his en- 
gagement to Jill (good luck with the girl of 
your dreams). First class year brought late 
nights studying but when he finally went 
to sleep it was great, a prodigious sleeper 
known for his snoring (thanks for keeping 
me up). Because he failed his eye exam at 
Cocoa Beach and Franny's, Nuke Surface 
is getting a hellava guy. P.S. Is J. around? 
(aaaaagh). JMC. 

Mark Conrad Gibson 

Gibby, a career student, came to 16 after 4 
years of college. Give him a beer and out 
come the magic words, "When I went to 
Penn State . . ." He became famous during 
third class and second class years for his 
long string of weekends spent with dif- 
ferent girls from Fran's. How many was it 
Mark? We did see a few. (Remember 
Joan?) Gibby was also known for his com- 
pany projects: the K, the Army balloon, 
Dining-ins, T-shirts, and tailgaters in 
Philly. Second class year also had Gibby 's 
frequent pummel sessions on J.R. Mark 
achieved one ambition by leading 3rd Batt. 
to the Brigade football championship. His 
dream of marching 16 into the Vet fell 
through, but he did shock everybody by 
getting 3-stripes 2nd semester as Batt. 
Ops. Mark will now take his talents into 
the surface warfare community aboard the 
USS New Jersey . Good Luck in the fleet 
and all other endeavors, and keep the 
streaks goin' Buddy. BMK. 

John Eric Hottendorf 

"Hotty" was his nickname. He was more 
than just a fun, lively and dynamic in- 
dividual. He was also very mature — an 
example to us all. John sailed into plebe 
year coming right from the "fleet." We all 
admired him for his wisdom, maturity and 
"know-how." He proved himself worthy by 
living through a real plebe year in Dirty 
Thirty. But Sweet Sixteen was more of 
John's style — cool, collected, easy-going, 
and just plain squared away. We are all 
greatly indebted to you John. You have set 
the standards of excellence which those 
who follow can only dream to match. JR. 

John Robert Loricco 

John came to the Naval Academy from 
Hopewell, New Jersey with only two se- 
rious goals. Survive Canoe U. and have the 
opportunity to become a NFO. Introduced 
to the ways of the Naval Academy in 
"Dirty Thirty", John survived plebe year 
and set his goals on good grades and grad- 
uation. Along the way John presented 
himself as the professional he would like to 
become and distinguished himself as the 
the company honor representative and 
coaching sub-squad. John remained the 
hard-working individual that he is 
throughout his time at the Academy, 
achieving both of his goals impressively. 
May he have clear skies and a fair wind in 
the future to come. Good luck Jr. and 
remember these times when the chips are 
down. Hotty. 

Michael Robert Martin 

Maynard came to Navy from the land of 
Dorothy, Toto and the luckiest baseball 
team of the 1985 season. He made a name 
for himself in Slack Six during plebe sum- 
mer when he sleep walked during a fire 
drill and was found outside 8th wing by the 
OOW. We lived in 4th wing. A little golf 
and chili earned Mike his first letter, a 
Black N. There are two things I will always 
remember about Mike; his inability to 
pack lightly and his talent for keeping his 
foot in every door. After trading wrestling 
shoes for rugby boots, Mike earned a letter 
he was a little prouder of. Mike had a few 
memorable experiences which I want him 
to always remember. The Soviet experi- 
ence at Goucher, Shore Patrol in Pen- 
sacola and an eventful trip to the Oceana 
O'Club. Girls must dig those pilots. 
Maynard will be heading down Pensacola 
way after snatching the third to last NFO 
billet. If the minimum wasn't good enough 
there wouldn't be a minimum. We'll miss 
you bud. Take care. ADB. 

Douglas Edward Mason 

Doug came from Raleigh, North Carolina 
to USNA with the sole intention of be- 
coming one of the few, the proud. As a 
plebe in 26, Doug made it through with 
flying colors, a few good friends, and mem- 
ories. Third class cruise to Bermuda was 
an adventure he shall never forget. The 
JFK was definitely a thrill (want to run?). 
Youngster year was a learning (?) expe- 
rience as Dealer was dealt bad cards from 
C.J. and academics. Doug officially be- 
came a Poli-Sci major after youngster 
year, so he then could devote more time to 
his true love, Schaeffer Light. A few words 
will always crack a smile: Leslies, poker, 
Zack's and the ship vent, Pop's (I'm a 
boat), Dinwiddie, the Parkers, Uncle Rog- 
er and the Canadians, the reef, Peter Pan 
and Roy Clark, the canoe, point bravo, 
HMWH ("Hey Romeo"), and head over 
heels. Doug good luck in the Marine 
Corps. I know you have the knowledge and 
the ambition to do well. I'm gonna win — 

Carl David Neidhold 

Chip arrived to USNA via NAPS, so he 
was prepared for USNA but was the Acad- 
emy ready for Chip? Plebe year Chip was a 
favorite of one Giles Kyser IV. Most of the 
second class of the 4th Co. were not on 
Chip's Christmas card list, maybe his hit 
list though. Chip always gave those around 
him the latest information — no need to 
dial 411 or to talk to the Shell Answer 
Man. A few times though Dr. Gouge was 
put out to "wash" in his data collection 
ventures. Since Chip was a math major, he 
proved the hypothesis that "you CAN 
learn 4 weeks worth of work in one night." 
By the way, can anyone say "Britain?" 
Also, who doesn't Chip know and could 
someone tell me where is? I thought this 
was his room. At our 10 year reunion is 
Chip going to need a passport? He did 
what? How many times has he seen her? It 
must be love. I need some answers-hey 
Chip! Thanks for the laughs and good luck 
with Aviation and your marriage. — BDB. 

The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


William Davis Neumann 

Bill came to the Sixteenth Company 
youngster year after a motivating third 
class summer: Jump School and Tijuana, 
and a strong desire to have fun, work hard, 
and graduate. He took a try at academics; 
however, it soon became apparent that Bill 
was in the military to jump out of planes, 
not to learn EE. Challenges and accom- 
plishments marked Bill's four years, 
whether it was the marathon, assaults on 
Virginia Beach, Times Square, and 
Georgetown, and becoming a dual fool, he 
somehow always managed to succeed. The 
loss of best friends Stu and Dennis to the 
civilian world and run-ins with the ACS 
channeled Bill's efforts into more civilized 
areas like jumping in P.R. with Fred and 
the EOD's and brutalizing people in 
fieldball. Buena Suerte in la futura rana. A 
good time was had by all! Sully. 

John Charles Ortega 

Taco's life has travelled full circle in four 
years. He spent plebe year pining for his 
hometown honey, and even bought her 
"The Ring." Wisely, however, he used the 
money back guarantee. But from the road 
trips and Spring Break of second class 
year, to this year's "wife," we survived a 
lot, including my party-mobile and Aero, 
but Taco earned some special awards: The 
Reformed Mirror Maniac Award for being 
cured from looking at his body in the mir- 
ror every 15 minutes even if it meant gain- 
ing 15 lbs; The Blackmail Photographer 
Life Achievement Award for always hav- 
ing that darn camera ready; Ralph 
Lauren's Distinguished Service Award for 
being the only person in North America 
with Polo on tap; The Dustin Hoffman- 
Tom Cruise-Rambo Look-alike Award 
(see photo); and The April 1986 Foot- 
Fetish Award. My closing wish is that eve- 
ry month of John's life be as nice as that 
April. Thanks for tolerating me. See you in 
Florida! KJR. 

Brant Douglas Pickrell 

Brant came to us from sunny California. 
He still can't figure out why USNA is in 
Maryland instead of California. He'll al- 
ways think anyone on the East Coast is 
crazy — he can't wait to return to Ca- 
lifornia after graduation. The sunny 
weather is not the only thing he wants to 
get back to; Sue, whom he left four years 
ago, is still waiting for him. He is looking 
forward to tying the knot upon his return. 
Brant enjoyed his time here as the pres- 
ident of the WMWL club and did some 
hefty recruiting. Unlike most mids, flying 
never appealed to Brant; he set his sights 
on the CEC, wanting to follow in his fa- 
ther's footsteps. Unfortunately though, a 
brief career as a "SWO Daddy" stands 
between him and his goal. Brant will al- 
ways be remembered for his hardworking, 
clean cut image. A saying he picked up 
from his grandfather and hung in his door- 
way best exemplifies Brant, "If You Don't 
Have Anything To Do, Don't Do It Here." 

Timothy John Reimann 

Tim came to USNA via Woodbury, Min- 
nesota, and had an uneventful Plebe year 
eschewing track in order to devote himself 
to academics. That devotion continued af- 
ter a switch to Sweet Sixteen, as Tim 
excelled in EE as well as squash, helping 
3rd Battalion take two Brigade titles. Tim 
always found time to study and his per- 
severance and dedication paid off first 
class year, when he spent an enlightening 
fall semester on 4-1 as Brigade Adjutant. 
All that work meant no play, so Tim didn't 
get his MR2 until February, but he had the 
money to pay for it, thanks to the nuke 
billet he came here to get. During his time 
here, Tim always kept in touch with the 
Midwest through friends here and steady 
correspondence with Mary, to whom he 
got engaged over Christmas of firstie year. 
You've been a great friend, Tim, and I 
wish you and Mary the best of luck in the 
years to come. Dieter. 

Frederick William Smith 

Deciding that "Naval" was much easier to 
spell than "Mercersberg," Fritz switched 
to this academy with high hopes in the 
summer of '83. After attaining the exalted 
position of Fourteenth Company's 
"Attorney at Sea," Fritz moved to the Six- 
teenth Company youngster year, where he 
quickly amazed his new roommates with 
his uncanny ability to sing all of "Navy 
Blue and Gold" without ever changing 
pitch. Forsaking his singing career, Fritz 
decided to concentrate on forensics — 
whether or not this was a good choice is 
still debatable. Heated discussions on con- 
troversial topics raged nightly in Fritz's 
room, even into the wee hours. Neigh- 
boring rooms were treated to intense dis- 
cussions on truly relevant topics, such as 
whether football or baseball most closely 
resembles a jigsaw puzzle. Fritz was not an 
engineering major, but he managed to 
smooth-talk his way into the nuclear pow- 
er program. Well, this is true to form . . . 
no surprises there! CBS and SBJ. 

Craig Steven Soer 

Craig came to the Academy as a Illinoisian 
transplanted to Missouri. As a mid there 
are three things that Craig strove for: 
sleep, closed windows, and bowling. 
Craig's inability to stay out of the rack 
became memorialized on tape during Par- 
ents' Weekend '87. Plebe year was a black 
hole in Craig's past, right Sparks. Young- 
ster year appeared nightly in room 7140 as 
Hulk Hogan vs. the other roommates. 
Craig's love life went initially from a home 
town sweetie, to a powerlifter/cheerleader, 
to finally dating a future Elizabeth Ray 
from North Carolina. Craig was noted for 
his high fashion, trying to bring back fash- 
ions not meant to be brought back. Ac- 
ademically Craig hit the square root club 
where one first class laughed at his 
chances. But in the end Craig got what he 
wanted-FO! During first class year he had 
a plebe that performed so stellarly that he 
called him back for a repeat performance. 
What kind of guns are on a P-3? JDG. 

William Paul Soper 

Will "Soap" Soper — Will came to Navy 
from New Orleans, the land of Mardi Gras, 
Bourbon Street, and spicy food, where he 
had effectively chosen his service selection 
in High School when he bought his first 
flight jacket. It did (and probably still 
does) constitute the basis of his entire 
wardrobe. Will's love life never suffered 
from a lack of the female species. Although 
maintaining one steady "pen-pal"(?) at 
home, he managed to shuffle various other 
young ladies into his weekends. Perhaps it 
was Will's devotion to duty in this area 
that contributed to the demise of his Aero 
career, but that didn't stop him from con- 
tinuing his quest to become a "Nasal Ra- 
diator". The Ray Bans were present long 
before the "Top Gun" fad came along 
(although it never stops me from giving 
him grief about them . . .) and he should be 
right at home in Pensacola. Give me a slow 
roll, Will. TZ. 

John Christopher Stefanko 

John came to us from famous Allentown, a 
committed, colorblind Marine that 
couldn't get dressed alone and often sur- 
prised us with interesting wardrobes. John 
spent most of plebe year in Slack Six 
swimming. Andy Rooney knows the story. 
John chose EE as his major but you could 
never tell by the amount of time he spent 
in the rack. Stiffcrank was given a new 
home in Sweet Sixteen with two former 
company mates who did their best to ex- 
pand his musical taste. He said EE was his 
interest but much of his time was spent 
with either the Glee Club or comic books. 
Crank was always one for good entertain- 
ment. Tearing down a frat house sign with 
a party in progress, redecorating Ken's 
tent on Tater Ridge, and trying to bar- 
becue Maynard during finals are only a 
few classics. John blew off PX and went 
CEC — the world needs ditch diggers, too. 
On your way man — we've done our best 
with you. MRM & ADB. 


The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 

Kenneth James Robell 

It all started downhill for K.J. plebe year. 
His wild action-packed lifestyle has to be 
credited to his plebe year roommate Dave, 
with whom he shared many beers during 
those Sunday afternoon dining outs. Even 
so, he had quite a mild youngster year. The 
brutalizer we all know and laugh at came 
out second class year. Here are a few mem- 
ories: ginger pot roast, head first slides 
into home, the marking office NBC, the 
truck in Del., Lisa P., the Imp, Barney, "I 
can't find my zipper", car hoods, the 
partymobile, sincerely Ken, Ms. Chin, the 
parking lot in Wake Forest, "I can't walk", 
the panic button, Perry the Periscope, "I 
can't tell. Otherwise I'll have to kill you.", 
bimbo alert, ooo-ooo, since Pasadena?, 
He-man woman-hater, his Mom's hot ci- 
der, and finally Goucher. Well Ken you 
gektor, I hope some of these bring back 
some good memories. I've had a great time 
living with you.Take care and invite me to 
your wedding ,OK? Taco. 

Michael Ryan 

A Poem About Mikey: For 2209 plebe year 
was a rough start, But things went smooth 
with Mike, Firls and Art. After youngster 
year, King Art retired And as a roommate 
the G-Man was hired. As a youngster Mike 
was thin' But then lasagna did him in. 
Mikey liked to sleep some too, Especially 
in his rack so blue. For a time he was 
chillin,' But CJ made him illin.' Restric- 
tion went by slow. But he made it through 
you know. Grades were still a pain, But 
catch-up was Mike's game. Tree-fife- 
niner, Late Night TV, Sometimes a little 
of Pee-Wee. Life at The Cool Ranch was a 
blast, Makin' lips, IMF, and muchos 
laughs. It was all kind of silly until the very 
end, But through it all, Michael Ryan was 
my friend. 

Jonah Wei Shen 

Jonah "No Wei" Shen — "The Dog"; 
Originally from Taiwan, the Shen-dog 
came to USNA after a brief stop in Ta- 
coma, Washington where he established 
both his state of legal residence and his 
U.S. citizenship. Jonah quickly made a 
name for himself during plebe summer 
when asked, "Mr. Shen, how long have you 
been in the Navy?" His reply: "About two 
weeks, Sir . . .oh! . . ., All me bloomin' life 
. . . Deciding that this was too much ex- 
citement for him, the Dog quickly moved 
into obscurity youngster year spending all 
of his time studying, sleeping, or attempt- 
ing to master the English language. Grad- 
uating with a B.S. in Aerospace Engineer- 
ing, Jonah will apply his B.S. toward 
becoming an NFO in Pensacola. Banzai!!! 

Christopher Burke Smith 

There was nothing like the "new" Chris. 
His dedication to his studies was, er . . ., 
unequaled. He quickly found the world of 
"political seance" after endeavoring to 
build planes as an Aero major. He always 
enjoyed his music — over and over again. 
He would stay up till all hours just lis- 
tening. In his position as "god of love," he 
found out early that "all the world's a 
stage." But he later proved that sixteen 
meant more than just his company num- 
ber. Chris always loved an argument. Yet, 
he never fully realized the true nature of 
Baseball or Football statistics. Whenever 
he found himself in the "crushing grip of 
reason," he would remark, "all I'm trying 
to say is this." Well Arliegh, good luck at 
P-cola. Just remember, this is you - 
Aaagga, Aaagga, Aaagga. FWS & SDJ. 

Sean Patrick Sullivan 

Common pursuits were destined to make 
our paths cross when Sean and I were 
scrambled into 16. Sully took a hit after 
his best friend Nags left, but Woo-Yah 
times continued which we'll both remem- 
ber: NYC, LI, Va Beach, Delaware, and G- 
town. Sean excelled in Laser sailing- dis- 
mantling the opposition in Annapolis and 
LI and leading the sailing parties as spirit 
coordinator. His high school running 
prowess and marathon experience met 
their final conflict against the jimmy legs. 
Sully finally got on board first class sum- 
mer: jump school, plebe detail, and Marine 
Option — hotel and night beach recon. 
Sean's love for his red '86 Alfa was re- 
placed by a deeper love first class year. It's 
been a "live" three years, take names in 
the Corps and Drive On! WDN. 

Trav Andrew Thiesse 

Although Trav had a hard time adjusting 
to the small-town atmosphere here at the 
Academy (being from such metropolises as 
Springdale, Arkansas and Willow Lake, 
South Dakota) he coped well enough to 
actually graduate. Not only that, but he 
managed to impress Adm. McKee (I'm not 
sure how) enough to get accepted into 
Nuke school. Now you have to pass that. 
As though the trials and tribulations of 
being a Mech E weren't enough, he had to 
put up with a wide assortment of room- 
mates (3) here in 16th company who, at 
various times and in various manners, 
contrived to drive him crazy. But that's 
OK, because you did it to us, only worse. 
Anyhow, now that it's all over, we can look 
forward to being in the real Navy . You 
will undoubtedly do well and proceed with 
much enthusiasm, even though that's 
against your nature. One word of advice: 
Take it easy. (And if it's easy, take it 
twice!) GO SWO! EHH. & JWS. 

Robert John Wehman 

When it all started the way it did, I knew 
we were in for four fast fun filled years. 
The only day off from practice on our first 
spring trip, we played golf in a thunder- 
storm with a case of beer and a golf cart, 
chasing gophers and getting stuck. It only 
got better. I know one recruit will lemem- 
ber his trip forever after our quarters game 
at Bob's. Then Friday night libs that be- 
gan sophomore year. The Army-Navy 
game that year was a big success. Who 
ever did eliminate us from the wiffle ball 
tournament? Wehmo was in great shape 
so it couldn't have been his quick base 
running. Maybe it was the swiss cheese at 
shortstop. Let's blame the kegs. Wehmo 
would have turned into a beef n beaner if 
he ate one more. You'd think he had stock 
in them. He liked to slowly fall asleep 
immediately afterwards. His greatest art 
was public speaking, especially after tail- 
gaters. He helped me through 4 years I'll 
never forget. God bless. JPH. 

The Brigade: Sixteenth Company 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Thomas Tomaiko 
Company Sub Commander: Gregory Sargent 
Company Adjutant: Robert Swickley 

LCDR Marcial Garcia 


* M I '^ v 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Paul Huxhold 
Company Sub Commander: Conrad Caldwell 
Company Adjutant: Gregory Masiello 


The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Paul Huxhold, Conrad Caldwell, Joaquin Bernardo, Rudolph Carlson, Michael Parrillo, Ted Wallace, Thomas 
Mercer, Jose Shores, Andrew Lennon Row Two: Michael Anderson, Thomas Tomaiko, Gregory Masiello, Robert Swickley, 
Timothy Deane, Craig Oechsel, Anthony Klimas Row Three: Richard Vitaro, Michael Horrisberger, Gregory Sargent, 
James Rathbun, Michael Keller, Scot Malloy, Edward Taylor Not Shown: John Feeney, Erik Holtkamp, William Lucas, 
Thomas Lunifeld, Anthony Prato, Benjamin Shove, Scott Urbach 

The Brigade: Seventeeth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Christine Coetzee, James 
Lakes, John Sprenger, Mike Bayesa, 
Tim McGowan, John Mares, Brian 
Falke, Craig Dudley, Mark Mouriski 
Row Two: Steve Landess, William 
Plemenos, Michael Velasquez, 
Theodore Peck, Troye Crickette, 
Kenneth Kristensen, Chad Dorr, 
Dennis Walsh, Maureen Toohey, 
Mindy Allen Row Three: Fred Herr- 
mann, Chris Bernard, Neil Pettigrew, 
Glenn Williams, Chris Neugebauer, 
Anthony Delmas, Michael Veltre, 
Scott Knox, Maria Pechacek, James 

The Class of 

Row One: David Bates, James 
Orona, Kevin Bostick, Carlos Bar- 
bosa, Brett Bekken, Terry Crowe, 
Vikram Sardana, James Weggen, 
David Carson Row Two: Jeffery 
Simmons, Herman Cestero, 
Christopher Cashman, Ransom 
Rogers, John Petit, John Bitting, 
Robert Lydens, Joel Godwin, Mark 
Vandroff, Bradley Armstrong, 
Stephen Barrie, James Selkirk, Ed- 
ward Liu Row Three: Kevin 
Kinslow, Kenneth Dyer, Christopher 
Cronk, Joseph Stibler, William 
Parkhurst, Ben Koenig, William 
Tibbs, Raymond Villar, Andrew 
Nugent Not Shown: Joel Stewart, 
Joe Miller 

The Class of 

Row One: Adam Bovshow, Michael 
Malloy, Mark Deets, Scott Benedict, 
Julie Connor, David Colegrove, Brian 
Keith, William Mclnerney, Melissa 
Metz Row Two: Stephanie Myers, 
Han Oh, Robert Dodd, Richard 
Newton, Christopher Tinio, Erick 
Goss, John Driscoll, Matt Moore, 
Mark Creasey, Mark Schrecker, 
Renee Rasera, Kevin Brown, James 
Raab, Michael Niedert Row Three: 
Gerald Graham, Robert Scott, An- 
thony Sugalski, Matthew Pregmon, 
Christopher Lovejoy, Christopher 
Herring, Mark Gilbert, Conrad San- 
ville, Joseph Kirby, Peter 
James Carroll 


The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 

The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 



The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 

Good job Erik. 
Love, Ma and Pa. 

Congratulations Ben Shove, 
17th Co., Class of '87 
You did it! 
Love, Dad and Mom. 

Congratulations Ben you 
made it. You're the best 
brother a girl could have. 

Greg Sargent, well done!! 
Best wishes! 
Jeannie and me. 

Dear Scot, may the road 
rise up to meet you, may 
the wind be always at 

your back and may God 
hold you in the hollow of 
his hand. Love and 
congratulations. Mom, 
Todd, Denise, Craig, Nancy, 

Congratulations Mike 
Parrillo and Class of '87. 
Well done Mike! From a 
proud family. Love and God 
bless, Mom, Dad, and 
Whole Family. Go Marines, 
Michael and Tim. 


Andrew Charles Lennon 

We're proud of you 

Mom and Dad 

Amy and Shelia. 

Ensign R.P.F. Vitaro: 
An '87 celebration. 
Accolades son-grandson! 
We have deep pride and joy 
in your achievements. We 
recognize that you value 
this thought regarding 
those in life's journey with 
you, if you love them 
tell them so. Much love 
and success. Parents, 
Fisher grandparents, Aunt 

Congratulations class of 
'87! Mike Anderson (17th) 
we are very proud of you! 
Best always! Love, Mom, 
Dad, Roger, Ryan, Suzanne. 

The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 


Michael Douglas Anderson 

"Twit" or "Huggy" arrived at USNA, HP 
in hand, with the burning desire to be a 
submariner and a double-E major. When 
he first came here, Mike was a social 
negat; he still is. But that didn't stop him 
from ravaging the hearts of tender young 
females, even dabbling in the gray once, 
before he finally settled down to the whip 
at MSU. One thing is for sure, the sub 
fleet is getting (hopefully) a dedicated 
guru of nukedom and professionalism. He 
had to be after rooming with the BRF for 
three semesters and a green-to-the-heart 
grunt for 5 big ones. How could you ever 
forget the driving thrills and chills in 
Chicago, almost every night 'til 2:00 a.m. 
playing cards, and the delicacies from 
Rudy's deli? Good luck, Mike — You still 
owe me pizza and beer! RFC. 

Joaquin Andre Bernardo 

Jondi is a cordial guy who learned to make 
friends by taking special classmates home 
for dinner, and squadmates out for beers 
at Riordan's. Being an academic achiever 
he gave a solid effort to both of his at- 
tempted majors before settling on Science. 
Jondi will be a Surface Warrior as his back 
kept him from the flight line. But he has 
already adjusted to Navy traditions, 
perfecting his juggling skills by giving 
hope to a woman in every port. He has 
also showed his potential for maintaining 
a SWO-gut, this has not only led to the ti- 
tle of Biscuit but has at times allowed his 
width to rival his height. To his friends he 
has become known as quite a nature boy, 
even a contender for the Dr. Doolittle "I 
can talk to crickets" award. I survived him 
as a roommate despite his habit of sending 
them to civilian life — four in just three 
years. Good luck in the fleet and God 
bless. GLM. 

Conrad Chesnut Caldwell 

Despite hailing from parts where good ol' 
boys describe their colorful lives as "OK", 
Conrad is the pride of Mustang, 
Oklahoma, sporting a high school 
diploma, Chevy truck, and a well-used 
MasterCard. Although Tracy has a physi- 
que akin to a Roman God, he shied away 
from sports at Shipwreck Tech. Instead he 
devoted four years to mastering the arts of 
F=MA and S=KHEI. Socially, Conrad has 
painfully learned that red and white wines 
don't mix, Swedish girls don't care for 
Westerners, Pisco isn't for lightweights, 
and silence is golden when joking with 
"the boys." Always willing to lend an ear 
(to listen to dirt), Conrad made many 
friends, and encouraged countless others. 
His warm heart, trusting character (gulli- 
ble is under G), and sincere friendship 
have made Conrad a true comrade. The 
flyboys are getting a long-deserved boost. 
Keep checkin" your six, ace, I still owe you. 

Rudolph Frederick Carlson 

Rudy, known as "Day-O" or "The Golden 
Child," made a definite impact on 17th 
company. Renowned as the guru of love, 
he has perfected the technique of taking 
the best years of girls' lives only to dispose 
of them after they are too old to have a 
legitimate shot at bagging a husband. Also 
known for humiliating females on the ten- 
nis court, he is often seen offering 
suspicious amounts of food to certain 
rooms in the company, although I know 
this is only to salve his chivalrous con- 
scious, no matter what 18th company 
says. A mud-sucking grunt through and 
through, the commies really have 
something to worry about now. After the 
Balukas, Diego and first set detail, TBS 
should be a breeze for him. Best of luck 
Rude. It's been an honor and a pleasure 
you blatant-flaming French homo — 
bomb throwin' Libyan terrorist-welfare 
pushing — Democratic senate lovin' mag- 
got! Your erstwhile roomie and cohort in 
crime. MDA. 

Paul Edmund Huxhold 

At Tremper High, Paul was a varsity 
swimmer. However, after swimming plebe 
year he limited his water sports to the 7-2 
terrace and the 6-3 deck! As a Naval Arch, 
everyone figured him to go SWO, especial- 
ly since running and exercise were so ap- 
pealing to him. But after fair winds and 
following seas on an LST, Quantico was 
the call. A big question on everyone's mind 
all year was; "Will Paul ever learn to use 
that computer he was issued ?" An ineffec- 
tual W.L., Paul accused everyone else of 
said crime, but he still waits for that cer- 
tain cutesy to show at TBS. Have fun on 
that LST! 

Michael Edward Keller 

Mike attended USNA on the six-year 
plan, spending years at WSU and NAPS 
— this had little to do with a whopping 2.1 
QPR. Thank God for unlimited flight 
billets, eh? Mike made up for academics 
' with stellar performance, his yearly of- 
fenses even earned him a permanent spot 
on restriction. The founder of the com- 
pany leadership award, our young ruffian 
made a big hit plebe year by wildmanning 
the OOW (his CO), the brigade com- 
mander and the senior chaplain. After be- 
ing slummed plebe year by his girlfriend, 
Mike floundered in several close 
encounters-but Annette crawled back to 
him (just in time for graduation). Through 
the years, there were two constants with 
Mike-his whiteworks and his faithfulness 
to Chesty — until service selection. It's 
scary to think of him as a Navy pilot. Take 
care of Bert and thanks for enduring my 
weekly weight loss. Take care and watch 
your six. TP. 

Anthony John Klimas 

Few men are as well prepared as Tony to 
assume their duties as Surface Warriors. 
The inside of his mug is already covered 
with the slime of an experienced coffee 
drinker, and he eagerly awaits the oppor- 
tunity to encrust the outside with sea salt. 
We don't doubt that he will have a 
girlfriend in every port given the ease at 
which he falls in love. He spent his early 
years as an aspiring rock drummer at out- 
side formations, and finished off as an 
outside formation celebrity doing a stint 
as the Batt Adjutant. His inferiority com- 
plex led him to choose a major where he 
constantly had to prove something. His 
ability to differentiate between the impor- 
tant and the trivial led to an exponential 
increase in rack time. Second semester 
first class year he vectored his 200sx 
towards Hood every weekend, proving it 
could be done. We wish him a strong wind 
and a fair sea as he sets off in the surface 
Navy. ACL and BSS. 

Andrew Charles Lennon 

"Skip" sailed into Annapolis from Larch- 
mont, New York, the Preppy capital of the 
world. Only there do people named Bif 
wear Madras to the Club with Muffy. 
Andy's sheltered boyhood soon fell away 
as he learned of manhood in Sixth Com- 
pany Plebe year. He almost learned to 
swear (i.e. "Gosh Darn", "Golly") and may 
someday take a drink. Sometime 
youngster year, Andy realized that USNA 
was cake, and decided to be the perfect 
Midshipman. He excelled in sailing and 
academics, and calculated his profit from 
investing his Nuke bonus, car loan, and 
monthly pay on Black 13 at Atlantic City. 
As a firstie, Andy was Third Battalion 
Commander first semester, and a part- 
time Midshipman second semester, while 
attending graduate school. He never could 
find VGEP parking, and frequently park- 
ed his car in T-court. His multitude of 
talents, and easy disposition will be an 
asset to the Submarine force. AJK. 


The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 

Timothy Michael Deane 

Since beginning his ruthless pursuit of ex- 
cellence in New Brighton, Pennsylvania, 
Timmy has overcome many fierce adver- 
saries. Even Awesome Bob and the Grue- 
some Garce didn't prove a match. Tim's 
success features innumerable accomplish- 
ments. A curious major selection can hard- 
ly be criticized with the impressive ac- 
ademic record of this hard-working 
Steelers fan. One might think that such 
lofty endeavors would leave no time for 
lending a helping hand to his fellows. Not 
so with Tim. A Hash of lightening was 
hardly as quick as Tim's efforts to rescue 
comrades in distress. Notable among these 
efforts was Tim's saving a roommate from 
a waterballoon-throwing plebette gone 
mad. Even when a sock-footed rendition 
of Karate Kid had mixed results, his com- 
posure as a pure perfectionist was no 
worse. Tim is certainly far from finished 
with his achievements. Whenever there is 
excellence, look for Tim. He'll be there. 

John Patrick Feeney 

John entered Annapolis from the city of 
Brotherly Love to spend a year in the 
intimate Stand in Line Company. During 
his stay in the Stalag, John studied under 
the Rocket, played 150s, and collected 
pennies for the annual Girl Scout cookies 
sale. Weekends were occupied with drink- 
ing and intense sessions with Melissa. 
Drinking with Melissa was one of the 
Feenstein's fonder passions, and one that 
he excelled at. On his 21st birthday, John 
and the boys guzzled shots including the 
infamous "Blazing Saddle." Well it must 
have been the walk back to the hall, but 
John worshiped porcelain for the next 
twenty hours. Happy Birthday. John al- 
ways lived up to the "Back Shaft" rep- 
utation with his laissez faire attitude to- 
wards the Academy and his general 
disregard for the regulations. All of these 
factors combined to make him a great 
roommate and true friend. Best wishes at 
Pensacola and in the friendly skies. 

Erik Girrard Holtkamp 

Erik grew up in tropical climes; it was no 
surprise when he embraced naval disci- 
pline and came here. His brother paved 
the way, and classmates often tell Erik 
how they appreciated Louie working with 
them. Erik spent a year at Newport being 
prepped and made lifelong friends. As a 
plebe, he was driven to improve, and de- 
voted much liberty time in solitary re- 
flection on whatever small mistakes he 
made. This was beneficial as later Ferris 
was rarely caught misbehaving (much to 
my chagrin.) He was a lady killer with a 
sharp doo; a winsome, weirdly scientific 
smile; and a unique wardrobe. At school, 
Erik favored a white ensemble, identifying 
his "backshaft mentality." He did well in 
economic studies and always helped fellow 
majors. He excelled as an Aside Rugby 
winger, and was a member of "darn near 
the best men's floor hockey team in the 
nation." Erik will be shredding up the sky 
at Pensacola and beyond, and I wish him 
the best. 

Michael Meredith 

Arbitrary summations in time fade in the 

William Aaron Lucas 

It's not just hard to describe Bill in this 
limited space, it's impossible. How do you 
describe a guy who does his most serious 
thinking while playing Hearts? A man — 
yes, a man — on a quest for the Gouge 
Parking Space. (Actually, the quest is 
over. His parking privileges have been re- 
voked.) As is readily apparent to the most 
casual observer, Bill's mold broke before 
he was born. The closest match to Bill is 
the character Rev. Jim from the show 
Taxi. Only Jim seems a little more in 
touch with reality. Bill, as you leave the 
clutches of your ever faithful blue whores 
(both of them), remember a couple things. 
First, even if you are long in Spades, you 
don't have to moose for the Lady every 
chance you get. Second, if you spend $1600 
on a 10 year old truck then $2000 more on 
repairs and still not have heat in the cab, it 
is not a good deal. Good luck, Bill. Always 
keep your stick high! SWOGOD. 

Thomas Jeffrey Lunifeld 

Luni spent his young impressionable years 
at Zelda's Greenhouse in the thriving city 
of Pittsburgh, but this riotous living left 
him unfulfilled. Steeped in the traditions 
of the Naval Service from brother Bob, 
Luni decided USNA was the only place he 
could receive the discipline he so desired. 
Here at the Boat School he resigned him- 
self to the joys of Mech E and free weights. 
Luni could usually be found spending his 
evenings with his nose deep in thermo as 
the soothing sounds of the Doors created 
the right atmosphere. But more than an 
academician, Luni was the Renaissance 
man. He voiced his creative energies in the 
Glee Club and could appreciate a fine 
Schaffer Beer with the rest of us. Since he 
already, had an HP41 and an automatic 
pencil, the submarine force was for him. 
Soon, we will go our separate ways, but I 
know that I am a better person for having 
known the man we call Luni. SWM. 

Scot Webster Malloy 

I met Scot as a youngster, but his rep- 
utation preceded him. He was an over- 
grown Californian boy with a shock of red 
hair. Raised playing waterpolo, he man- 
aged to make time for musicals and play- 
ing piano. He was introduced to the Glee 
Club, where under careful yet carefree 
guidance he became its new figurehead. 
His sense of humor and gift of eloquent 
speech were an inspiration to all, as was 
his elaborate wardrobe. However, at night 
he could be found in an outrageous blue 
nightshirt, teddy bear in hand. Surviving 
the heavy weather of nearly all of the re- 
quired technical courses, he found his 
niche as a poli-sci major, making the Su- 
perintendent's List as a first class. Ishmal- 
loy, The Great Failing One, and Mountain 
Child were names that he picked up along 
the way, but I will always know Scot as a 
friend I can count on. I will remember all 
of the time, music, and ideas (not to men- 
tion toothpaste), that we shared. Luni. 

Gregory Lee Masiello 

Greg is an unforgettable person who leaves 
a lasting impression everywhere he goes. 
Being the only guy I know who has cir- 
cumnavigated the world he made a point 
of leaving something behind in every 
country. After a wild night in Munich, 
Greg left most of his dinner somewhere 
between Munich and Frankfurt. And as a 
dedicated leader and an overachiever he 
shared his leadership skills with the plebes 
over the summer. It was then that he be- 
came known as the Troll which he will live 
with for the rest of his years. Greg was also 
admired for his desire to look out for his 
men. When a certain Plebe became in- 
ebriated during a company dining out, he 
ensured that the Plebe made it to the halls 
with no problem and tucked him in. Greg 
has also been known to be a heart breaker 
as a certain girl will confirm. Good luck. 

The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 


Thomas Alexander Mercer 

Tom left the sands of Virginia Beach to 
join us here at USNA. He started out 
having to contend with Awesome Bob of 
36, but he weathered the gauntlet with his 
skyhigh QPR. He then moved to the com- 
parative penthouse of 17 where he con- 
tinued his trailblazing achievements, de- 
spite rooming with a rich yachter and a 
former waterpolo player who sang too. 
Merlerbeast, as he affectionately came to 
be known after a Mastercard fiasco, con- 
tinued his sailing career but soon realized 
with a little help from his friends that 
weekends were made for Michelob, not 
pseudo America Cups. Tom's hobbies were 
be tanning in the summer and skiing in the 
winter. If he got twenty days of skiing in a 
season it was a good year. His greatest 
achievement (next to a 5:20 in the mile) 
was getting selected for VGEP to study of 
engineering at Maryland. This essentially 
meant that Tom didn't exist in the hall 
second semester due to maxlibs. 

Craig Roger Oechsel 

"Othel, Whitey, Hymey" blew in from the 
Windy City to Sing Sing on the Severn 
with ideals as big as Sarge. He was going to 
run his way into track annals; however, he 
ran into Fat Al and quit. Subsequently, 
Craig had to settle on excelling on in- 
tramural team sports — when he was 
there. Chivalrous Othel really knew how to 
treat the ladies in his pre-Academy days 
— a trip to the PI taught him otherwise. 
Craig discovered that love was cheap and 
became infamous for bedazzling women 
with stuffed Navy goats for all occasions. 
Lately however, Craig's attitudes towards 
love have become very "strange". Craig's 
attitudes towards this place were very 
unique: no one hated it more. He would 
always say things like, "Only 12 more bars 
of soap 'til graduation!" He is a great 
roommate and friend. Don't forget: Sean, 
Mike, Joe, the "Boys," and four years to- 
gether by the bay. FTW. 

Michael Albert Parrillo 

Mike's love for the outdoors and great 
adventure led him to chose a life in the 
Marine Corps. While at the Academy, he 
was known to solicit midshipmen to ac- 
company him on weekend camping trips. 
Since he wasn't able to get away often into 
the wilderness, he decided to bring the 
wilderness to his room. With Monte and 
Appolonia in his closet he didn't have to 
take weekends to go to the woods. Mike's 
fetish for wild pets led him to possess the 
Desert Dog, the only running urban as- 
sault vehicle in the yard. Mike used to don 
his cammos during the Marine Corps Stat- 
ic Display and show off "the Dog". Mike 
never missed an opportunity to help out 
other people. During vacations he would 
volunteer to drive Midshipmen to local 
airports. He's also been known to give 
money away as the Black Jack dealer in 
Atlantic City would confirm. Mike will be 
missed by all. Good luck, Air Biscuit. JAB. 

Anthony Wayne Prato 

Chin up little buckaroo — your not really a 
little Dago, and Pop Warner Football is a 
real sport. Remember the last Army game? 
Team captain, MVP, and league champs 

— you earned your N*. So did I- remem- 
ber.your civility dropped in proportion to 
to your weight. But anything for little bro. 
Remember Bert — the little bastage. How 
'bout the ring dance — Karen — no Tracy 

— no both — no Karen — wrong choice. 
110 down West Street, just drop the chain 
and I'll U-turn, no toll- hello officer, Tony 
your car fell — The Vette went through a 
lot. Lets shave our heads for the fun of it 

— we did. We always had a lot of fun. 
Good thing we got along nobody else would 
room with us — good for us. Thanks for 
the good times — I know they'll continue. 
You still owe me a sex grenade. Killer. 

Robert Louis Swickley 

Robert Louis Swickley, the Swick, was re- 
leased into our custody from West Spring- 
field High, Virginia, in June 1983. Rob's 
hobbies include running, biking, weight- 
lifting, and more running, biking, and 
weightlifting. Swick was the guru of the 
individual workout; he detested and tried 
to best avoid anything smacking of or- 
ganized athletics. To our great surprise, 
Rob is also an accomplished violinist and 
he's intent on becoming the next Eddie 
Van. His athletic lifestyle didn't allow time 
for studying Fortunately, he didn't have 
to, though he was a mechanical engineer. 
During our first semester together, Sickly 
Swick taught us all proper mess night et- 
iquette with his "silent" pitcher filling dur- 
ing the VCNO's speech. As for Sara, his 
sweetheart for four years, the big question 
on everyone's mind is: When will he go 
down in flames? Stumperdog ('86) and 
Merlerbeast wish this Tau Beta well in the 
years ahead. 

Phillip Steven Taylor 

Living with trie SWOGOD these past two 
semesters has been, to say the least, in- 
teresting. I still can't account for all the 
food that has come into the room. This 
Fresno native came a long way to the 
Academy, including a dual tour at UC 
Irvine as a civilian and at UCLA as a 
Weekend Warrior. Steve has shown his 
excellence physically and academically. On 
numerous occasions the PE department 
has requested to see his mile run, and, 
being the studious person he is, Steve can 
almost always be seen around the Yard on 
weekends. Even though he is kept busy by 
school, Steve has found time to throw 
away the good life; he has been engaged for 
almost a year now. They must be made for 
each other (look at his blotter). Steve is an 
exceptionally demanding person about his 
washables. In fact, a tour of laundry serv- 
ices was not enough to assuage his feelings 
about the horizontal creases in his whites. 
Well Steve, good luck in Pearl. The 

Thomas Andrew Tomaiko 

Tenacious T Squared. Ronkonkoma, New 
York sent us the clean-cut all-American 
guy whose mild manners have served him 
well here at USNA. With his talent for 
original thought, Tom was genuinely in- 
novative in pursuing his goals. However, 
like so many of us, his ambitions to soar 
through the skies in an F-14 were tem- 
pered by the realities of an eye exam- 
ination. Nevertheless, Tom never had 
trouble seeing the right way out of difficult 
situations and rising up when tough times 
came calling. Although Tom shared his 
feelings less than most people, and his 
sense of humor often took a back seat in 
his priorities, still those who know him 
were never disappointed. Armed with his 
hard-charging persistence, he will doubt- 
less make short order of all the nuclear- 
powered nightmares of Orlando and pro- 
totype. Guys like Tom will make the sub 
community and the Navy every bit as good 
as it ever was. 

Scott Edward Urbach 

Mr. and Mrs. Urbach survived tough times 
at Navy, often subsiding on dog biscuits 
and instant coffee. A man of few words, 
Urby let the blade he slept with do his 
talking. But his quiet demeanor didn't fool 
us; it takes a shrewd man indeed to get 
through four years on a white works chit 
— or maybe it isn't hard if you don't go to 
classes. Of course, sixty skips a semester 
isn't that much if you are best friends with 
your company officer; we know it took a 
lot of your time to run the Urbach clique. 
Scott's professional development of the 
underclass was a model; who can forget 
such classic lines as "so you want to fly; 
there's a window!" or "Are you still car- 
rying your razor blade Mr. ..." A financial 
genius, Urby is proof that one can live on 
credit and $14 a month. Who needs money 
when you've got love: Urby and the Corps 
should be happy together. We'll all miss 
papa Scott, our oldest comrade, we wish 
him the best. The Clique. 


The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 

James David Rathbun 

Dave became known to his friends as a 
perfectionist both in his academics and his 
social life. After spending 30+ hours a 
week on his school work, he still found 
time to comb the local high schools for the 
"perfect" girl. Dave also took great pride 
in company support. Not only did he take 
extra weekend duty, he took it upon 
himself to pick up and critique the movies 
that were to be watched in the company 
wardroom. He also coached the 
lightweight football team to a 7-1 record 
where he picked up the nickname Woody 
Hayes. Dave did what he could to make 
sure the uniform regulations were upheld 
throughout the brigade. Using his own in- 
genuity and his binoculars, he made sure 
that everyone in the 8th wing closed their 
blinds while changing, especially the 
female midshipmen rooms. Fair winds and 
following seas, Dave, and good luck on 
that 30 year career in the Navy that you 
always talked about. 

Gregory Joel Sargent 

Greg had a rough start at Navy — the 
subtleties of PleDe year escaped him — 
but who can yell at a Plebe who would "re- 
quest permission to cock my head in 
bewilderment, Sir"? He turned his life 
around, and became our over-achiever, a 
natural leader known as Mr. Fairness. In- 
deed, Greg had it all; cheerleader looks, a 
unique concept of duty, and a penchant 
for our fairer comrades. Who can forget 
the wonderful youngster upstairs or C. 
Thru O'Neil, his partner in water-sports. 
Greg was a real wild man with his cars, he 
never did get the Dean's Volvo, but the 
Ensign-mobile is a fine substitute. Few 
cars can handle 65 in second on road trips 
— fortunately Masiello's can. But after 
four years, we know Greg is well prepared 
for Naval Duties. His "long" competition 
with arch-rival Big Ben has left him "well 
equipped" for life after Navy. 

Jose Ramon Shores 

Jose Ramon Shores came to Annapolis 
from the little town of Alma, Arkansas. 
Most folks see him as a quiet, shy, soft- 
spoken kind of guy but those of us who 
know him can just put those thoughts 
aside. Whenever J.R. shows up you know 
that fun is just around the corner. During 
Army Week of youngster year he planted 
three dozen hot dogs in his favorite plebe 
room and then later led water attacks 
against sixty-minute chow callers . . . what 
a nut! Water balloons seem to be his real 
weakness. Beware the seventh wing 
wanderer after a late night pep rally; he's 
an excellent shot. As a friend J.R. can't be 
beat. He's got the unique ability to cheer 
you up when you're down and bring a ray 
of sunlight to your darkest days. He's go- 
ing to make a great officer and a fine hus- 
band. Gina's one lucky lady! 

Benjamin Sydney Shove 

Since summer 1983 Ben and the Navy 
have fit together like foot in glove. His at- 
tention to detail even led him to tilt his 
head to keep his cover parallel to the deck. 
His female companions were numerous, 
and at times, also military. Ben arrived in 
17 youngster year with more stuff than 
some firsties own. He neatly packs the 
locker full of wargames and civies, leaving 
the floor available for uniforms. Ben's pro- 
fessional knowledge is impressive. We 
predict he will proceed directly to TAO 
school after SWOS (if he doesn't get a con- 
sulting job with the Soviet Navy first). 
Ben has done a fine job leading the 17th 
fleet through many successful NAVTAG 
battles. He will certainly be an asset to any 
Wardroom, provided he doesn't get 
distracted by "shore attractions." As one 
of the survivors of the rigorous Aerospace 
major, Ben may finally get a trip to outer 
space. Don't worry though, ties are op- 
tional on space uniforms. All the Best. 

Richard Patrick Vitaro 

Richard Patrick Vitaro, alias Stinky, is 
known for the hard hours he put into 
working out to remain physically at his 
peak, so Jackie says. Rich was a studious 
and energetic poly-sci major, when not 
sleeping. He never let a little academic 
work interfere with his grueling golf 
schedule. Rich did however manage to find 
time to intern for Sen. McCain in D.C. as 
well as complete an independent research 
project. Stinky was the only guy gutsy 
enough and stupid enough to insult newly 
selected Marines; as a result they shaved 
his SWO daddy head completely bald. It 
seemed everyone liked to shave Stinky's 
hair including the guys from 36th com- 
pany. Rich also enjoyed taking part in 
company jokes. One of his favorite was the 
Ned Beatty. Rich was a great roommate 
and very easy to get along with except at 
0700. Good luck on your journey for your 
own Blue Highways and may car trouble 
keep clear of your path. Have a great time 
in Mayport, SWO God! 

Frank Theodore Wallace 

"Frodo, Wedge" Life's been tough on Ted, 
he's been plagued with the chiseled good 
looks of a movie star and a body of her- 
culean proportions — nearly flawless ex- 
cept for a receding hairline. It hasn't been 
easy hanging out with him — sometimes 
it's no fun playing second fiddle. It's lucky 
for males east of the Mississippi that Ted 
only has eyes for one girl. A fine athletic 
product of Southington, Connecticut, Ted 
has been a veritable force behind the plate 
for Navy, possessing a cannon for an arm 
and able to hit a pea off any pitcher's 
forehead. He is a man with a taste for the 
fast lane, destined to be an Angel, pro- 
bably Hell's before Blue. We'll miss the 
baseball's team captain on and off the 
field. We've enjoyed many good laughs and 
times -no one could ask for a better team- 
mate and friend. Remember Ted, 
whatever YOU WANT. JPD & JBH. 

The Brigade: Seventeenth Company 


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Jennifer Smith, Leslie Martin, Lance Lacroix Row Two: Joyce Brackett, Thomas Brasek, Brian Lee, Matthew Horan, 
Shelley Laurilla, John Peters, Stephen Gillespie, David Marsh, Larry Smith Row Three: David Smith, Edward Stephens, 
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The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Sean Blochberger 
Company Sub Commander: Ronald Higgs 
Company Adjutant: Lance Lacroix 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Ed Stephens 
Company Sub Commander: Dan Schill 
Company Adjutant: Larry Smith 

The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 



The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 

The Class of 

Row One: Frank Carr, Roger 
Erickson, William Skinner, Chadwick 
Watson, Charles Smith, Samuel Scaf- 
fo, Keith Kans, Michael Guerrera, 
Christopher Hodsden Row Two: 
Wesley Kaufman, John Moore, 
Richard Hernandez, Tim Noonan, 
Andrew Heino, Craig Union, Todd 
Bibza, Kurt Miller, Daniel Mulligan, 
Robert Schasel, Lawrence McDon- 
nell, Todd Vaupel Row Three: 
Gregory Kolcum, Vernon Wallace, 
Doug Gelbach, Curtis Brown, John 
Ross, James Butler, Andrew Howell, 
Bill Seaman, Joe Valecruz Not 
Shown: Allen Flanagan 

The Class of 

Row One: Darin Marley, Thomas 
Peck, Joseph Fagan, Daniel Hicks, 
Michael Michel, Edward Martinez, 
Lynn Johnson, Kristin Reynolds, 
Laura Bush Row Two: Stephanie 
Rhoades, Raelene Ryerson, Patrick 
Hunkler, James Hudson, James 
Glynn, Bryan Anderson, Wesley 
Boyce, Colin Brady, Todd Waldemar, 
Rick Stoner, Jay Cavalieri, Diana 
Burke, Clemente Diaz, Brian Wetzler 
Row Three: Anthony Williams, Paul 
Parker, Charles Bailey, Anthony 
Faust, Scott Kepler, Joseph Krycia, 
Scott MacMurdo, John Duvall, 
Christopher Knight Not Shown: 
Monique Beauchesne, Daryl Simon, 
Christopher Venezia 

The Class of 

Row One: Brian Hofmann, Suchate 
Prakobchati, Brandon Neisius, Ben- 
jamin Mansour, Terence Clark, Pete 
Holter, John Brady, Stacey 
Whitehead, Michael Badorf Row 
Two: Lyle Shay, Robert Edwards, 
Michael Stevens, Charles Pratt, An- 
dre Stroud, Jun Lee, Gregory 
Schwaiger, Jeffrey Williams, Thomas 
Bogan, James Nelson, Jeffrey Gill, 
Jorma Winkler, Steven Brock Row 
Three: Rodney Brown, Timothy 
Millen, Patrick Liberaski, Michael 
Prickett, Scott Schleicher, Shawn 
Cullen, Jon Aytes, Hugh Huck, Eric 
Anderson, David Streight Not 
Shown: James Turner 

The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 



The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 

Well done, Dennis McGee! 
We are very proud of your 
accomplishments. May you 
and the Class of '87 have 
continued success in the 
challenges that you face. 
We love you, Marine. From 
Christi, Mike (USNA '84), 
Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87, especially 
2nd LT Sean C. Blochberger 
USMC. May God watch over 
you all on your quest for 
your dream. Mom, Dad, 
Karen, Donna. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Brian M. Lee. Wherever you 
go, our love and support go 
with you. Mom, Dad, Kevin. 

To the Class of '87, 18 Co 
and Thomas Peyton Brasek. 
You made it through, Batt 
Staff too, so proud of 
you! Love, Mom, Dad, Don, 
Carl, Donna, Pop and 

Congratulations Ray 
with pride and love, we 
salute you and the 18th 
Co. We're proud of you. 
Much success your proud 

Lenny Laporta 
Mom and Dad 

Congratulations Brad 
Edenfield, 18th Co. We 
thank God for sending you 
to us and we are grateful 
for the joy and pride you 
have brought us. We love 
you dearly. God bless you 
always. Love, Mom and Dad. 

To our brother Brad 
Edenfield, 18th Co. 
Congratulations! We are 
proud of you and love you 
very much. May God bless 
and be your co-pilot! 
Love, Tommy and Michelle. 

The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 


Anthony J. G. Arellano 

Tony, Bony or as he prefers, the Hindu 
Love God, is that short ethnic guy 
everybody loves. In fact, he is so attractive 
that things consistently follow him home 
and ask for a place to live. He is also a nice 
guy, except when he braids the strands on 
the jackets of complete strangers. Who 
else would allow a bunch of his fairly sober 
friends spray paint his Caddy? He may 
not eat much, but he will carry your 
spaghetti back from town underneath his 
cover so you won't go hungry. He could 
also be remembered as the only non- 
natural blonde in the conservative Hotel 
California. He was that guy who had as 
much height as good grades and as many 
good grades as dates. With that I end with 
a special note on his affair with Boom- 
Boom: short, passionate, and her multiple 
was higher. Grow-up, Rod. TJVK. 

Scott Christopher Bibeau 

Scott has been one of the best friends one 
could ever have. He came to us from 
Thompson, Connecticut. Beebs, Biblio, 
BooBoo, and Old Man are just a few of the 
nicknames he has acquired through his 
four years at "Canoe U". I've seen a great 
potential in Scott that has grown each day 
— except for his hair. 01' "Beebs" is a well 
rounded person; he's not only great at be- 
ing a Math major, but he is also quite an 
athlete. He has to challenge (or is it 
order?) the plebers to run with him as the 
upperclass in their infinite wisdom find no 
pleasure in torturing themselves to keep 
up. Scott endured plebe year in Flaming 
Fourth Co. and then came to Serene Eigh- 
teen to finish his time at USNA. On the 
night of service selection, Scott chose to 
be an NFO and became a member of Naval 
Aviation. Scott is destined to do well in 
the fleet, and as a future Navy Pilot, I will 
be honored to have him as my RIO. Good 
Luck Scott! LWS. 

Sean Charles Blochberger 

Sean came to the Naval Academy wanting 
to learn about the real navy. Instead, he 
found out that life here is sometimes dif- 
ferent from other places. Rather than lear- 
ning about ships and such, Sean felt that 
learning the words to "Minnie The Mer- 
maid" during tours as a plebe was a much 
more valuable way to spend his time. After 
completing his plebe year in 23rd com- 
pany, he was switched to 18th company 
with me, the Brick Layer! Talk about the 
Halo Effect! Sean could do no wrong; 
although I, myself, once saw him commit a 
social faux-pas (scrounge-a-burger). He 
was then thrust into senior year as the 
Company Commander; where, in being his 
roommate, we decided the future of 18th 
company "trail markers." In all honesty, 
though, Sean will make a fine marine of- 
ficer. He has all the attributes that an 
aspiring young leader will need out there. 
Good luck, Sean. LLL. 

Joyce Marie Brackett 

Joyce came to the Naval " Academy the 
hard way: through the enlisted ranks. Her 
faith in God was an inspiration, and it 
allowed her to be a hard charger. She suf- 
fered through many trials most mid- 
shipmen bypass, making cap throwing an 
earned and appreciated event. Joyce was 
such a stellar student that she was given 
the honor of being the first General 
Science major. By managing the women's 
volleyball team, she became the key to 
their success (and to their clean 
uniforms!). Joyce was a tough roommate 
to beat in battle, but she was also a killer 
on the dance floor. Ready for a quick 
change in Baltimore or a dance with a 
"guloot"? Thanks for the open ears during 
our late night chat sessions and your pass- 
ing on of EE knowledge. Joyce, Korea is 
waiting for you. I wish you the best in your 
travel dreams! Be a "Joy" to all you meet! 
Smile! Your Roomie, Leslie. 

Gregory Alan Gephart 

Gep (#56, the Man, the Legend) came to 
USNA from Middletown, Ohio. A 
strenuous plebe year resulted in drastic 
change for Greg. He gained 50 lbs. Greg, a 
man of large stature, prefers women of 
this type after a night out drinking in An- 
napolis. Also famous for his unique taste 
for peanut butter jelly pickle cheese sand- 
wiches and his large supply of Mama Gep 
cookies, he participated in many activities 
including varsity football and being one of 
the co-founders of Fat Brothers, Inc. He 
always set the example. His room stan- 
dards were infamous throughout the 
Brigade, since the room was decorated 
with a kangaroo skin, pink flamingos, and 
Gumby and Pokey. Also, Greg's movie col- 
lection was always the late night favorite 
within 18th company. Greg is a fun-loving 
and caring person. He is an excellent 
'Phi-Sci' and a true friend. The Naval 
Academy is a better place because of Greg 
Gephart. Thanks Greg and Good Luck in 
the future. BJE. 

Stephen Mark Gillespie 

Steve came here from Lemoore, California 
to get a better idea of how people live on 
the East Coast. He didn't need to learn 
much about the Navy, coming from 
generations of Navy brats. Steve proves 
the theory that the West Coast climate is 
ideal for sports. He is simply a tennis and 
football stud. He's either acing you or 
receiving a 40-yard pass. He wasn't so sure 
about some things, though: which girl to 
go out with, what major to choose, or what 
to do after graduation. He and computer 
science battled it out for a few years and 
we're still not sure who won. His lighter 
side came through when he roamed with 
the Whoop and showed that he could kick 
butt in school and still party. First club 
brought on a new definition of party. We 
still think Steve owes Mastercard his first 
born. We know that the Nukes will take 
care of any financial woes. Good luck in 
the Navy, and when it comes time to buy 
another car, give me a call. DRM. 

David Andrew Hemela II 

Navy Davy came to the boat school from 
Orlando. He'd do 'most anything to keep 
Florida in him, even if it meant being a 
powder head. Made for speed, this future 
pilot has wrecked 3 rental cars, blown a 
'vette rod, and scraped-up his cycle to 
show his liking for speed. Dave (alias Trey 
Bullit) took his wreckless abandon to Ban- 
croft, quickly earning a Black N. He loved 
his red machine; but the damn thing just 
turned out to be more trouble than it was 
worth. Girls? Well, I'd say Dave has been 
in love a few times before (I can't 
remember how many). Recently Cupid 
struck again — nobody told Cupid that 
Dave would have to take her from his best 
friend. That's OK, Shannon, your friend- 
ship only cost you one black eye. Well, 
Davy, it's been a hard battle our 4 years 
here, but we're still standing and smiling. 
Thanks for good times, good music, cons- 
tant support, and great friendship. We 
love you and we'll miss you. DM, SM, MR, 

Ronald Leroy Higgs 

Ron came here from Lawnside, NJ via 
NAPS. He learned the "ins and outs" of 
plebe in 15. Learning to live with Cauca- 
sian savages and tell them apart were only 
2 trials he endured plebe year. Youngster 
cruise took Ron on a tour of WestPac in- 
cluding Australia. He learned how much 
Australian women love American men and 
vise-versa. Youngster year, RL spent his 
afternoons wrestling with the blue 
monster and blending into the woodwork. 
His dream of owning a speed machine 
came true when he sold his first born for 
the blue B-Magnet. The car must have 
worked; First class summer at NAPS 
detail, RL acquired a ball-and-chain. 
Don't know what it is, but RL has mellow- 
ed and settled down since then. He even 
considered Nuke, but his better instincts 
led him to be an NFO. Things got out of 
hand when he was picked for Midn Soul 
Food with 4 stripes. RL may never be the 
same again. Good luck and don't wear out 
the path to Athens. DGS. 


The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 

Thomas Peyton Brasek 

Tom, or "T" as he is affectionately known 
by closest of friends, came to the Academy 
from the South Jersey Pinelands. As a 
plebe, "T" quickly found himself running 
for his life and trying to stay one step 
ahead of 17's infamous "Eraserhead." 
Youngster year finally arrived and he fac- 
ed it with the same amount of blood and 
sweat (mostly sweat) as plebe year; work- 
ing hard and enjoying the pleasures that 
only 19 hours of Mech E can bring ( 
. . .hang in there). Junior year brought out 
his true character as we could see plebes 
healing the wounds they received from his 
famous back-shaft get togethers. Then 
came the final year, and with it came a 
change of heart. Tom could be found 
speeding along in his new Mustang GT, 
making trips back to those notorious 
nightclubs outside Medford, NJ. Tom is 
on his way to Nuke School now which he 
will endure the same way he endured this 
place — a lot of toil and an undying sense 
of humor. MBH and BML. 

Gregory Scott Coil 

Greg came to the academy by way of the 
enlisted navy. He rode into Newport, 
Rhode Island in the summer of 1982. The 
green Volkswagon bug he drove added a 
certain character to his presence. From 
NAPS Greg moved on to the Naval 
Academy. You could say that life here has 
agreed with him judging by the increase in 
his waist size. Here he found that it was 
not good to work too hard so he decided to 
become an Ocean Engineer. Just to make 
sure that he didn't see too many weekends, 
he decided to back-up engineering with 
varsity sailing. However, he is the only 
man I know who maintains a 3.0 while 
holding the varsity rack endurance record. 
Greg leaves this place without any misgiv- 
ings. Instead he takes an anchor which he 
found near Tallahassee, Florida. I am sure 
that he will do well in the "Bubble Head" 
community, as long as the blue magnet 
does not attack too often. Best of luck. 

Rabon Elton Cooke 

Ray Cooke is known to the 18th company 
as a hard-working naval architect. His ex- 
ploits on the water, in school, and in 
various Annapolis slummaries are well 
worth chronicling in a large volume; 
however, I will limit this to a few lines. As 
a skipper on the sailing team, his boat 
managed a few meager wins during his last 
season, which were celebrated with the 
usual gusto, women, and beer. Of course 
winning was not always necessary for 
celebration, but it did help matters along. 
His favorite hangout, the Ram's Head 
Tavern is well known for its imported 
beers and sparse seating. A frequent 
visitor, Ray is estimated to have spent 
90% of his pay in this basement dive. In 
addition to sailing and drinking feats he is 
famous for the wounds on his neck upon 
his return from Connecticut. It is rumored 
that the "irritation" from these sores was 
the cause of his truck crash in the fall. Ray 
is well liked by all. GSC. 

Bradford Jack Edenfield 

Brad came to USNA from a military 
school in Savannah, Georgia, but you 
would not believe it. Room standards were 
always of great importance to him. People 
were always amazed at its appearance: 
clothes organized in piles, sleeping on 
zebras, and dust balls. This was when the 
room was clean. On weekends, the stan- 
dards went downhill. Liberty was also im- 
portant to Brad. During the week, Brad 
would get plenty of sleep to be ready for 
the weekend. I'm sure that Brad will never 
forget youngster year's Homecoming 
Dance (Moose), the Preakster, the girls of 
7-Eleven, Clarkes, Riordans, and Sher- 
wood Forest. Academics came easy to 
Brad. Besides in class, the only time Brad 
would study was the night before an exam. 
This would usually be an all-night effort. 
When he was not studying or sleeping, late 
at night you could find him in the ward- 
room. Brad will make a fine pilot. Good 
luck, Brad. Gep. 

Matthew Burke Horan 

Matt came to us from the lush side of the 
Sunshine State, eager to thrust himself in- 
to the rigors of the navy. He managed to 
hustle through plebe year with no pro- 
blems. Known to us as the "Walrus," Matt 
is known for his congenial, laid-back per- 
sonality. He is always aware of other peo- 
ple's feelings; and thus his room was the 
social center of the company. As time pro- 
gressed, Matt awoke to the fact that there 
is more to life than just books. He became 
one of the 18th company liberty hounds, 
spending most of his time in the Diamond 
State with a certain, little blond-haired 
girl. The professional stud bagged the 
highest grade in the company on the first 
class PCR. He is always the source of good 
advice of life in general. Now he leaves us 
to move on to bigger and better things in 
the SWO community. Good luck, Matt, 
may you take your good-natured at- 
tributes to the fleet as well! TPB and 

Lance Leo LaCroix 

Lance came to USNA via the REAL navy 
and the Las Vegas "Y". Always the stan- 
dout, even as a plebe, Lance rose to pro- 
minence as senior restrictee and coveted 
Black N winner. Youngster year saw the 
evolution of Mad Man Lance (he's the 
greatest!). Second class year gave Lance a 
chance to put to use the valuable leader- 
ship skills he learned plebe year from the 
likes of Dahoda, Miles, and The Q. 
Because of his great tact and interpersonal 
skills, Lance became company adjutant 
first class year. Once I explained to him 
that he couldn't make youngsters come 
around, Lance got along just fine. Now it's 
time to leave the place we hated together 
for four years. It's funny how many good 
memories come out of adverse cir- 
cumstances. Lance, it's those memories 
that you'll cherish throughout your 50- 
year naval career. You'll do well in the sub- 
marine service — just don't let the captain 
see your "I violate reactor safety" T-shirt! 
Good luck! SCB. 

Leonard LaPorta 

Len was born on 01 FEB 65 in Johnstown, 
Pennsylvania. He led a sheltered life 
before coming to the Academy. Once he 
arrived, he realized there was another 
world outside of Johnstown. Len became 
confused. Luckily, he played football. The 
players helped Len adjust to this exciting 
lifestyle, too well. Now, Len is the leading 
ladies man of Annapolis. Nary a weekend 
ends without him either hooking-up or go- 
ing on a date. To finance his love life, Len 
started playing the stockmarket. He says 
if all goes as planned, he will be a 
millionaire by his 35th birthday. His 
financial wizardry would have served him 
well as a supply officer. However, Len 
chose Surface Line because he wants to be 
a fighter as well as a lover. Only time will 
tell. Good luck, Len! DKS. 

Shelley Marie Laurilla 

The day this plebe showed-up to practice 
in a goat shirt, Goober was born and her 
name stuck. Youngster year, she found the 
man of her dreams (a 6'4", blond track 
star!). In her new company, she became a 
hit tanning in her bikini. Then came the 
big decision, "should I stay or should I 
go?". She played "hookie" for the first two 
days of classes. The fact that she had 
Rocket that semester should have told her 
something. She decided to stick it out any 
way. Hard work and sweat payed-off First 
class year. Hot Mama was set with her 
280ZX and 3-stripes. Former rivals on the 
court turned out to be close buddies as we 
came together as close friends and team- 
mates to BEAT ARMY (70-52!) and to 
learn to laugh at life a little, pulling one 
another through the rough spots. Shelley 
made a commitment to Navy Air and a 
commitment to Brian. We wish them the 
best of luck. Thanks for everything. Love, 
Marge and Jennifer (P.S. What is a Delta 
'88 . . .?) 

The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 


Brian Michael Lee 

Brian hails from the rolling, green hills 
north of Philly. He walked over Navy's 
threshold with the ambition of carrying 
out his success streak in life. He was the 
Big-Man-On-Campus plebe year, serving 
as the Fourth Class Company Com- 
mander. Academics always came as 
"Mickey Mouse" to Brian. He would daz- 
zle us with his brilliant, yet illegible, solu- 
tions to the problems in the youngster, 
engineering weed-out courses. He knew 
more about Thermo than Uncle Bob. You 
could always count on finding Brian pum- 
ping the iron in Halsey, which is probably 
why he was always in great shape. Come 
first class year, he was often found giving 
his teeth the same attention with the 
famous Brian Lee, "Hour of Dental 
Power." We will miss Brian's energetic 
personality and alertness as he leaves us to 
attend Nuclear Power School. Good luck, 
Brian, and much continued success! MBH 
and TPB. 

David Robert Marsh 

Dave came to us from Greenville, South 
Carolina, a state with warm weather and 
good looking women, and he took every 
chance to indulge in the latter In between 
dates, swimming, watching movies, scuba, 
biking and lifting weights, he somehow 
found time to excel as a systems engineer. 
Dave entered the Academy with hopes of 
flying, and despite allergy shots and an 
operation, he will be "flying" our finest 
surface ships. Dave has survived many 
tribulations: from the "Fat Brothers" and 
Geno, the release of sensitive pictures of 
Gumby and his girlfriend, Mumbles Kay, 
hit-and-run drivers, and VA police officers 
to surviving the variable pay system 
(which always varied against him). He in- 
vented what may be the next Olympic 
sport: nose snow skiing. Dave's great 
grades and honesty finally earned him his 
3 stripes. Thanks, Dave, you are one of a 
kind. I have every faith that you'll succeed. 
Keep smiling (or laughing). E WAH HEE! 

Leslie Jo Martin 

Leslie is one of those "good old people" 
who would give you the shirt off her back 
for the thrill of it. She is always going out 
of her way to encourage people when they 
are down and out. Her goal to be a crew 
star took a back seat after she decided 
passing grades were a necessity for 
graduation. In addition, she tried to fulfill 
her life verse, Col. 2:2-3. Leslie loves to 
laugh and does lot of laughing at herself 
upon her first glance in the mirror each 
morning. A "Damn, you look good" would 
soon follow this morning ritual. Her 
husband-to-be turned out to be the 
unlikeliest of candidates. Fortunately, 
however, she became used to his unique 
attributes and fell passionately in love. I 
say "fell" literally, for his methods seemed 
better suited for Judo class. Well, it's off to 
Hawaii to monitor underwater sounds. I 
can't wait for the first time your CO. 
askes, "Are you motivated, Miss Martin?" 

James Dennis McGee 

Hailing from Naples, Florida, Dennis 
(alias Little Man, McGeek, Geester, or 
J.D.) was "born on the crest of a wave and 
rocked in the cradle of the creep." After 
four years at USNA, he finally realized 
that Naples' girls were not the only way to 
fly. But he also found out that "The Only 
Way to Fly" was not the only way to sleep. 
Thanks to Roger, Ty, and Cary, people 
were horrified at the thought of having to 
room with him. Dennis proved that you 
don't have to be a Geek to be a EE major. 
The "abuse chair" was not a comfortable 
place. You don't like the navy paycheck? 
Dennis' equation for success: VISA + A.C. 
= QUICK CASH. And what a more prac- 
tical way to travel than to bring your 
"hotel" (Cutlass) with you. He only had to 
watch his "driving patterns." Dennis will 
be deeply missed by all of his friends. 
Memories of him will fill our minds when 
we look back on some of the good times 
we've had here. DAH II. 

Jennifer Ann Smith 

Four years ago we met on the hardwood 
where we traded elbows and glares. Now 
the only elbows we throw are the ones 
when we're fighting for the shower since 
we're both such early risers (concept of du- 
ty!). When we were plebes, Jennifer hurt 
her knee and that was it for basketball. 
Luckily, the plebes got scrambled, and we 
crossed paths again in 18. Youngster year 
was her chance to make up for lost time, 
after all she was a little sis for the biggest 
frat in the country. She went through a 
really rough time second class year and 
she was hurting badly. We talked a lot 
then. She taught me a lot about life and 
courage. Jen's stuck by me and was a great 
supporter, an ear to bend, and a shoulder 
to cry on. Now she's on her way to Supply 
School. I have faith that she will ace that 
place as easily as she aced this one. Jen- 
nifer, I thank you for being a great room- 
mate. Love, Shelley. P.S.-Squirlie doesn't 
know what he's missing! 

Larry Wayne Smith 

Although originally hailing from Visalia, 
California, Larry chose a route to the 
academy which rendered him a profes- 
sional freshman for four years. Raised in a 
naval community, Larry experienced few 
surprises here; that is, except when he 
decided to take two extra weeks of 
Christmas leave plebe year and returned 
to find all his belongings piled-up in a new 
room. Youngster year brought new and ex- 
citing things: his striking resemblance to 
Alfred E. Newman produced nicknames 
such as Potato Head, Top Spud, Sad 
Larry, and more. Due to awesome grades, 
Larry (not Lawrence) didn't know the 
meaning of a weekend until first class year 
when he discovered that there was more to 
life than weights and being a "go-fer" for 
Big Al. From then on, his Japanese P.O.S. 
logged many miles to and from Baltimore. 
When Service Selection finally came, 
Larry wasn't the slightest bit nervous; 
thanks for the unlimited billets! Good 
luck, Larry. SCB. 

Edward Leroy Stephens II 

Big Ed came from Lake Ronkonkoma a 
married man, so he bought a family car for 
weekly road rally to Dulles. Ed came to 
Navy because he couldn't get in the Airline 
Academy, so he'll settle for delivering mail 
until he gets his own airline. He's prepared 
hard by keeping tabs on the competition 
and subscribing to Airline Executive. Ed 
will be very successful in his ventures, 
especially with his experience in leading as 
CC during second class and first class 
years. He enhanced his career by building 
fish tanks at Los Alomos one summer. At 
school, Ed spent most of his class time 
fishing the Bay, and his study time in the 
wardroom. You see, he took the expression 
study hour quite literally. To make up for 
the slow weeks, Ed had to add a little ex- 
citement to the weekends. Just ask him 
about his record-breaking weekend, his 
visit to the Wawa frat, and his partying at 
Long Beach Island. Best of luck Ed and 
Lisa. TSM. 

Thomas Judson VonKoloitz 

Jud, you arobicizing animal, it would not 
have been so bad having to explain to peo- 
ple that you broke your ankle while trying 
to dance, but the fact that you were sing- 
ing along to Madonna while dancing with 
a classmate at the "0"-Club really blows 
your "avante garde", on "the cutting edge" 
image. Maybe you really do belong in P- 
3's? But really, you are an all-around swell 
guy, that is if you ignore the hair 
transplants, nuclear suntan, and hormone 
injections. Just kidding, we know how pro- 
ud you are of those transplants. How else 
would you have been able to take an up- 
perclassman to the Ring Dance (not the 
same one at the "0"-Club), or was it the 
body by Richard Simmons? It is too bad 
that you will have to move out of the war- 
droom after graduation especially since 
you were fried a five grand for trying to get 
in early on a certain second class weekend. 
Thanks for nothing, Mr. Social Life! Rod, 
grow-up. JDP and AJGA. 


The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 

Thomas Scott Miller 

Do you know Scott Miller? Scott who? 
Scott Miller. Scott Miller who? Scott 
Miller the soccer player. Scott Miller the 
soccer player? He's in our company? Scott 
kept a very low profile youngster year. 
Scott is a quiet guy most of the time but 
don't let that fool you. He is with out a 
doubt one of the best all around in- 
dividuals I know. Scott is a great athlete; 
he can play any sport and beat "you. Scott 
busted his butt to get through Mech-E and 
still get an NFO billet. In fact, service 
selection week he went to the Grunt 
meeting instead of the Navy Air meeting. 
Fortunately, he had five billets worth of 
gravy. Scott would give you the shirt off 
his back. He is without a doubt the most 
unselfish, thoughtful, and likeable guy I 
know. So, he likes Jimmy Buffett, 
nobody's perfect. I hope I draw him as my 
NFO, I know he'll be the best. Good Luck! 

John David Peters 

John, or as he prefers, "Peterhead", came 
to this lovely institution from somewhere 
in California (where else?). Over the past 
years, he has sported many fine, inspira- 
tional and professional haircuts in a varie- 
ty of colors. Perhaps what John should 
best be remembered for is his constant 
protection of alcohol from being wasted in 
any manner. He has sacrificed (or should I 
say lost?!) hours of his life ensuring that 
no beer or tequilla was wasted. Who really 
wants to party past 10 on Halloween or see 
the first half of an anniversary football 
game anyway? His years of this devotion 
to the cause have left him with a physical 
appearance, rivaled by but a few, I did not 
know skin could stretch so far! As for his 
luck with (and I quote him) "Bimbos" 
need I say more than Boom-Boom and 
Bubbles? I am sure he will be even luckier 
in Florida in the wonderful road turd he 
owns . . .assuming the headlights work. 
Grow-up, Rod. TJVK. 

Daniel Kenneth Schill 

Dan is not your typical midshipman. He 
goes to bed at 2300, wakes the next morn- 
ing for quarters, and then returns to the 
rack for an additional 2 hours of sleep. 
Every night he does his hour of work, a 
crossword puzzle, and then prepares to 
sleep. What is unusual is that he mantains 
a 3.29 QPR! Dan has changed in four 
years, though. Recently he broke down 
and bought his first newspaper subscrip- 
tion. Amazing! When it comes time for 
the weekend, Dan is more than ready. 
Usually, Dan leads the partying. He has 
earned the reputation of being a good rug- 
ger and has acquired the nickname 
Krusher which adequately describes his 
play. He crushes anything that comes near 
him. We all wish you the best of luck in the 
Corps, Dan. LL. 

David Glenn Smith 

Dave came to USNA from many places. 
He spent plebe summer in Third company 
sweating over little things. He joinea the 
crew team and rowed on to a national 
championshop. In May, he took a trip to 
Georgetown that cost him September. He 
spent his youngster cruise in the valleys of 
Hawaii until he ran out of money. When 
he came to 18, we all wondered why he left 
for crew practice right after lunch. During 
Army week he reconned the room next 
door and found Midn Right. Second class 
year we got a two-man room, but I still 
had two roommates. They got engaged in 
May, two months after we put their names 
in the lottery. After the party in New 
York, Dave spent first class year laughing 
at our fourth roommate and training two 
new ones. Dave is now on his way to Pen- 
sacola to FLY NAVY. Rumor control 
overheard Dave saying, "Co-location is 
good!" I wonder why? Good luck, and 
don't forget to set an extra place on the 
table. RLH. 

The Brigade: Eighteenth Company 


Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

George A. Lipscomb 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Renaud E. Stauber 
Battalion Operations 

Wallace F. Moore 
Battalion Adjutant 

E. Walter Martin 
Battalion Supply 

Philip W. Cobb 
Battalion Administration 

John C. Woughter 


Commander Richard D. Evert 

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th Battalion 

Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Michael J. Ray 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Peter F. Kowenhoven 
Battalion Operations 

John W. Craig 
Battalion Adjutant 

Gary C. Kirkland 
Battalion Supply 

Brian M. Shamblin 
Battalion Administration 

Stephen J. Peters 




The Brigade: Fourth Battalion 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Chris Compeggie, Mike Ray, Chris Newcomb, Brian Noyes, Mark Joslin, Rob Calhoun, Tracy Smith, Curtis Lee, 
Alan Herrmann Row Two: Eric Ho, Camilo O'Kuinghttons, Tina Ingold, H.C. Pham, Doug Tenhoopen, Doug Wojcik, Russ 
Smith, Russ Moore, Daniel Forster, Errol E. Rideau Jr., Russell Clarke Row Three: Douglas Boerman, Jim Hibbler, Matt 
Miggins, John Craig, Jason Cronin, Jeff Danielson, Glenn Stevens, John Paul Bissa, Steve Sisney, David Buckley Not 
Shown: Molly Carroll, Rose McCain 


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Company Commander: Jeffrey Danielson 
Company Sub Commander: Russ Moore 
Company Adjutant: Chris Newcomb 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Curtis Lee 
Company Sub Commander: Brian Noyes 
Company Adjutant: Camilo O'Kuinghttons 

CAPT Tony Verducci 

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The Class of 

Row One: John Devine, David Gen- 
tile, Paul Lhote, Robert Kellogg, Cor- 
ey Melton, Don McKay, Michael 
George, Donald Grady, William Plott 
Row Two: Michael Giedraitis, 
William Swent, Mike Binnix, John 
Sallah, Eric Sharpe, Lawrence Hert- 
zog, Cliff Rees, Donald Wright, 
Robert Webb Row Three: John 
York, Gregory Rouillard, Stephen 
Sandoval, Barry Shelton, Christopher 
Korn, Harry Stathos, Ken Spurlock, 
Michael Ma, Phil Turner, Augusto 
Cata, George Burgermeister, William 
Burkhart Not Shown: William Bach, 
Howard Pierce 

The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Katherine Coviello, Jason 
Michal, David Johnson, Derrick 
Reiton, Luis Ramos, Christopher 
Barnes, Carl Petty, James Maxfield, 
John McClure Row Two: Julia 
Smith, Ernest Linsay, Chris Valen- 
tino, Brian King, Adam Sturbois, 
Lisa McGowan, Sherolyn Clark, Kim 
Felder, Per Lovfald, William Dodge, 
James Berg, William Inman, Mark 
Kapral, Derric Turner Row Three: 
Michael Jimenez, Brad Vogt, Ronald 
Jones, Walter Robohn, Michael 
LeFlore, Larry McFall, Paul Purdy, 
Howard Warner, Richard Miller, 
Neal Fenton 


Row One: Philip Scheipe, Darrell 
Holley, Douglas Staunton, Lawrence 
Artman, Joseph Lee, Patrick Dungan, 
Bryan Somerville, James Theberge, 
Dianne Leroux Row Two: Gary 
Savitt, Jon Miller, Thomas Allbee, 
Jason Adkinson, Mark Smitherman, 
Shawn Malone, John Romero, 
Thomas Laverghetta, Deirdre Gutier- 
rez Row Three: Kent Thompson, 
Victor Raspa, James Lewis, Donald 
Morgan, Todd Gibbs, Amy Oliver, 
Andrew Garner, Eric Lange, 
Elizabeth Warnick Not Shown: 
David Lowe, Jennifer Myers, Scott 
Phillips, Jonathan Salkoff, Malachy 
Sandie, Quoc Tran 

The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 



The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 

Clear skies, following 
seas, and fair winds to 
19th Co. and our "ADM J!" 
Dad, Mom, Stacey, Wendy, 
Grant, and Casey. 

Congratulations, Eric Ho, 
you did it! We are very 
proud of you. Best wishes 
to you and the Class of 
'87. Love, Mom, Dad, 
Steve, Nat, Karen, and the 

Christopher Compeggie 
Congratulations, God bless 
you always. Love, Mom, 
Dad, Michael and Joel. 

Rosie-Pooh We love u 

To our son John Craig and 
the Class of '87 — Peace 
in the years ahead. John, 
you've made us so proud! 
Our love always! Mom, Dad, 
Kathleen and Brandy. 

Congratulations — Brian 
Noyes! I wish you every — 
thing beautiful that life 
has to offer. You've made 
your Mom so proud! 

A singing shamrock from 
the bluegrass. God holds 
you in the palm of his 
hand. We love you, Molly. 
Mom, Dad, Mary, John and 

Congratulations Co. 19 and 
the Class of '87. We are 
proud of all of you, 
especially you Doug. God 
be with you on Life's 
journey. The Boerman 

God's blessing to our 
son Jeff and to the Class 
of '87. We are very proud 
of you! We know you will 
accomplish all your goals. 
We love you. Mom and 

Hibbenrock and all 19th Co 
Congratulations on a job 
well done. We knew you 
could do it. Remember the 
tailgaters. God bless you. 
Love, Mom, Dad, and Andy. 

May the gift of strength 
you gave to me back in the 
summer of '78 always be 
with you. Marsh, Tish, 
Major, Ensign and I are so 
very proud of you son. 
Love, Dad. 

Congratulations Rob! Love 
Daddy, Momma and Teri. 
Proverbs 3:5-6 will 
continue to be your best 

Summer 83-Living hell. 

The best survive-the rest 

fall. But you stood tall. 

This achievement — 


You're incredible class of 

'87. Ms. tenHoopen & sons. 

The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 


John Paul Bissa 

John came to the Academy from G.P.W. 
(not Detroit), but only after he had con- 
vinced the Navy to pay for his vacation at 
a civilian college drinking beer for a year. 
The good times didn't end when he got to 
Navy. Eyeing good movement orders, 
John put more energy into Brigade ac- 
tivities than studies and became the spirit 
icon. His efforts not only got him on some 
great movement orders, but also earned 
him stripes (four then three) throughout 
first class year. No one can deny that 
John's neck as well as shoulders got a little 
stronger as a result. But he managed to 
come back down to earth when he moved 
back into Hun territory. Mr. Big put a lot 
in and got a lot out, but why was that bus 
in south Yonkers? SDS. 

Douglas Alan Boerman 

Remember those spiffy red hangers we got 
plebe summer? Those hangers are Doug's 
one claim to fame. Both he and they were 
made in Zeeland (the Zee is his normal 
state) Michigan. Doug, president of the 
mile club more times than not, taught me 
how to get through this institution. Don't 
ask me how, but he studied two hours a 
week and wrote his papers while he typed 
them, but still managed a 3.0 QPR and 
twelve hours a day rack time. The Arian 
swine, as he was fondly remembered, has 
his picture next to apathy in the dic- 
tionary, but can still be aroused to action 
if he feels put-upon. I recall one incident 
when he was ranked "Out of Company" 
and tried to install his turntable into the 
wall above his rack. Doug's not Irish (God 
help him), but St. Patty's day was sure 
good to him. He met the girl we've all 
grown to love, and he will undoubtedly be 
happy thje rest of his life with Julie. 
Thanks for being there, Bunkie. Buck. 

David Matthew Buckley 

David was owner of the most prolific, ahh 
. . . , library (Yeah, that's it) in the com- 
pany. Don't ask where he's from, because 
he doesn't even know from week to week. 
The same holds true for his major. In fact, 
don't come into the room to ask him 
anything, because you're likely to be ver- 
bally or physically abused. Dave was never 
above a little compromise to get what he 
wanted. Dave had his Semper Fi dues paid 
up very shortly after Captain Verducci 
joined us. I bet Oliver Hazard Perry rolled 
over in his grave when this ex-marine 
selected his ship. Somehow this combina- 
tion Archie Bunker/ Alex P. Keaton was 
picked as company HRC rep. At least 
there weren't any HRC complaints this 
year. There is no need to say good luck to 
fortune's favorite child. So have a good 
time and try not to pickle your brain. Now 
shut up and go to sleep, I don't want to 
play this game anymore. Take care of 
Stephanie, Dave, she's quite a catch. DAB. 

Robert Lee Calhoun 

Rob came to USNA as an innocent Chris- 
tian southern boy. Rob graduated after 
four years as an innocent Christian 
southern boy — well, maybe not so inno- 
cent. But to most, he's innocent oP Rob. 
What did the Captain say ? "All the beer 
in Maryland couldn't make Rob do that." 
Well . . . Rob has a good time with the 
Huns. Being the loudest of the Brothers 
Loud, he helped give us our name. He 
quickly gained recognition and sure 
striperdom by the stars he wore youngster 
year. Serving as a summer group com- 
mander, plebe summer company com- 
mander, and a "gouge" 4-striper position, 
Rob has achieved more than he ever 
dreamed of. A Who's Who Among 
American College Students and 
graduating with honors make Rob one of 
our most promising classmates. One thing 
I hope his future bride from Smackover, 
Arkansas can do that I couldn't in three 
years, is get used to his snoring. Take care 
of him, Terri. See you in the air, Rob. 

Jason William Cronin 

Jason (Cronin + Conan = Cronan) came 
into this company with high ambitions 
and has pretty much achieved his goals. 
As an Ironman from NAPS, he validated 
every PE test plebe year and has since 
strived to maintain his "Arnold" body. 
Cronan rowed crew and had visions of 
becoming a Varsity letterman. However, 
after his 2/C year, he decided to devote 
more time to Debbie and plans to "pretty 
much be engaged in a year and a half." 
Don't worry Deb, you were second only to 
Lynda Carter for Cronan's Ring Dance 
date. Well, after rooming with Jason for 
three years, it has finally paid off. As the 
Vice Honor Chairman, he got his four 
stripes all year, his weekday trips to 
Delaware, and I got the phone I've been 
waiting on for three years. Going Navy air 
was one of Jason's smartest decisions. He 
can keep his impeccable hair now. I want 
to congratulate you on the fine example 
you've set for me as well as the 19th Co. 

Jeffrey Mark Danielson 

Dirk hails from somewhere in the 
midwest. Among the huns, he is truly an 
original. If nothing else, he has provided 
us with a laugh or two. Unfortunately, this 
is partly due to two of his more colorful old 
girlfriends: one, the topless dancer, and 
the other one affectionately known as the 
"Wench." Of course these are not to be 
confused with Cheryl, who is as sweet as 
the others are different. Another of his 
claims to fame is that of being one of the 
loud brothers; yes, Dirk is as loud as his 
silly grin is long. Dirk is probably one of 
the nicest guys we could ever know. As our 
Company Commander, we learned that he 
deserved all of the respect we gave him 
and more. And as a friend, he has been in- 
valuable to me when he was always there 
to talk to at 3:00 a.m. He has been a great 
Co. Cdr., roommate, and above all a 
friend. I hope I will be lucky enough to 
have him as my Wingman after flight 
school. RLC. 

Daniel Paul Forster 

Stan'l Hobble, from McLean, Virginia is 
quite a legend. After fighting the EE 
department's consistent and equitable 
policies for four years, Stan'l lives on. His 
outstanding events include: Ring Dance, 
best looking man among the first class, 
"Master of the English language" award, 
the great Smirnov funnel experiment, ex- 
ploits at the 21st Amendment, and the 
time he slept in class and still managed to 
cover 120 pages of notebook paper with a 
fluid other than ink. Women will 
remember Stan'l as a practical, "hands- 
on" engineer. Graduation will lead Dan to 
TAD in Germany and eventually to a 
career in bubbleland with sights set on 
command. While the Navy gains a 
dedicated officer, 19 loses a hero. Good 
luck, Stan'l. ALH. 

Alan Leigh Herrmann 

Al will always be remembered as one of the 
most outward going and fun loving guys in 
19th Company. Pee Wee comes from Cen- 
tralia, Illinois (whowhatwhere?), and is a 
legend in his own right: 1st team all 
American bricklayer (Stribling Walk could 
someday be Herrmann Walk), exploits at 
various local colleges, head banger at Phil- 
ly, maintenance of Naval tradition at West 
Point, and unknown bomber of the Philly 
Center Hotel. Mech. E. with the flair for 
the unusual. Perfecting his attempts to 
emulate Jimmy Buffett have always been 
the driving point for Al's pursuit of profes- 
sional excellence. During second class 
year, Al realized his true destiny belonged 
to the ranks of the surface warriors. We 
wish the best of luck to Al as he heads to 
Nuke school and embarks on his SWO 
MAN career. DPF. 


The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 

Molly Ann Carroll 

From 4/C Carrolling, the Log 's star at- 
traction, to Miss Rose Maybud, the star of 
Ruddigore , Molly has become famous in 
her stay at Camp Annapolis. By the way, 
did you ever find out what a clue is? I was 
sure she'd get a ring from one romance 
and a BMW out of another. Now a 
miniature? Who knows? (I do!) In Florida, 
I'll think of Molly and feel sorry for Tish 
as Molly's typical morning greetings are 
"It's cold in here! I hate it!" There were 
the sad days, like when one of the Dizzy 
Duo had to leave (Molly misses you 
Maria!) and the joyous ones (when a cer- 
tain tenor said "She's the sweetest girl I 
ever met!"). Molly, I'm really going to miss 
you. I know you'll do well, and I'll keep you 
in my prayers always. And remember: 
When PFT time rolls around, don't 
hesitate to call "I'm gonna fail! I can't do 
it! Pray for me so I'll pass!". Much love to 
my best roommate (except possibly K., 
we'll see!) RMW. 

Russell Howard Clarke 

To the man who has everything, including 
eleven Neil Diamond Compact Discs, a 
1987 Thunderbird, and more assets than 
Wall Street, we highly suggest you loosen 
up. Russell, you always claim to be frugal 
with your money. However, choosing 
Bob's Big Boy over the Red Lobster when 
dining out with your girl is a little too 
frugal. Maybe if we didn't know about the 
Nuke bonus check or the once a week 
Compact Disc purchase we would not rib 
you so much about being tight. Yet, when 
it comes to dedication, reliability, and bad 
jokes, generous is the word that comes to 
mind. Besides, what would we do without 
our resident financial genius, water polo 
superstar, and fieldball stud? To tell you 
the truth, Jumbo, we will miss you. Good 
luck in Orlando and with the Nimitz. We 
are sure you will have a great career even 
though you are a bubble-head with a sun- 
roof. RES and EER. 

Christopher Joseph 

Taste. Chris has none in music or clothes. 
But once we got past Sex Pistols and 
Goodwill shirts, we realized Chris was a 
pretty good guy. Chris worked very hard 
to get his excellent grades, but he knew 
when to relax. Numerous road trips to 
Philly, New York, and Chicago made 
Chris a new man. I'll never forget our first 
fraternity party with that punch. Recent- 
ly, Chris has found a new pastime. Even 
though he left a pound of her flesh at the 
goat farm, they're pretty good together. 
Just give him some beer, a couch to lay on, 
and a full day's coverage of pro wrestling, 
and Chris is a happy man. Thanks for all 
the good times, you're a great friend. Good 
luck, buddy. (Bears still have more cham- 
pionships than the Steelers). JWC. 

John William Craig 

If anyone has doubts about where John is 
from, they obviously haven't spoken to 
him and given him the chance to tell all 
about it. The windy city, the home of the 
Fridge, The Bears, everything that is good 
in life. Maybe USNA can't be relocated; 
no, John takes care of that by getting duty 
in his own house. I know, the world is in 
your town. John is one those really great 
guys who always looks out for his buddies. 
He is personally responsible for the ma- 
jority of company parties, supplying a 
large sum of women and a good time. John 
is used to a party — political science major 
— us engineers understand. This blonde 
hair, green-eyed stud (as S.P. would say) 
had a hard time at first, but due to his two 
roommates' infinite wisdom and some 
hard work he went from probation to 
stars; most impressive, John. He'll make 
us all proud at graduation (if he doesn't 
sleep through it). Let's stay close in Top 
Gun country.-MJR 

James Edmund Hibbler 

Jim came here from backwoods Ten- 
nessee. HeeHaw salutes Union City 
population 1987 — "Salute!" Left Sweet 
16 for Mighty Fine 1-9 in the shuffle. 
Hibbs never got over homesickness; 
youngster year he was found writing his 
grandfather three times a week. The same 
year, he introduced his Spring Break line 
of Hibbinwear, the zoot suit. Hibbins' in- 
fatuation with earrings is surpassed only 
by his desire to attend movies alone. Jim 
entertained the Huns during a Ring Dance 
bus ride with HibbinRing Rock. Three 
years at USNA taught Hibbs how to be an 
Officer and a Gentleman. Once he went 
undercover to show a Quaker his Topgun 
while the rest of the party watched in awe 
and Grease became extremely jealous. But 
his legacy is attributed to his uncanny 
ability to get a room very late on a snowy 
night for lonely unknown females. 4-4 will 
forever miss Mystery Mid. Go UT, Univ- 
TX. Be good or be good at it. MPJ. 

Eric Chee Ho 

Eric came from "The City" without a clue 
about this institution, plebe year, or 
military life. In spite of all this, he made it 
through and was a constant source of 
amusement for The Realm. Upperclass 
called him "Plebe Ho, Hi-Ho, Hey-Ho, 
and Ho-Ho" — Christmas was torture. 
There are many fond memories of Skate 8: 
Beast, Milker, Stew, Country Corner, An- 
na Karenina, DEF-CON 3, X-mas decora- 
tions and Army week. There was Mad Dog 
20/20 and the 12 hours bottle to throttle. 
Youngster year he became a study grinder, 
staying in all weekend with his roommate. 
It didn't take long for everyone to get used 
to his mind games in 19. From push ups in 
the hall at one in the morning to stinky 
dried squid and moon cakes, he was a lot 
of fun to room with. He qualified for na- 
tionals in powerlifting and earned his gold 
jump wings in one year, pretty impressive 
feats. You're a cool dude, Eric, and you 
know it.-Bear, Phambo, Bri. 

Tina Bridget Ingold 

Even the IRS doesn't know where Tina 
comes to us from. Singapore? Virginia? 
The PI? Pennsylvania? But once she 
finally got here-with a quick party stop at 
Perkiomen Prep-she made her presence 
known, all 5 feet of her. Her bubbly per- 
sonality captured the hearts and minds of 
everyone — especially the wolves of '85. 
Most men have a terrible habit of falling 
in love with her, whether she likes it or 
not. An avid Poli Sci major, Tina picked 
up a minor second class year-juggling. But 
after lots of time and money invested in 
the art, she decided to give it up for 
research in aqueous natural disasters. 
Tina's efforts culminated in four varsity 
letters in swimming (Thank God for the 
new point system!), 0.84 carats, and stock 
in General Foods International Coffee. 
Tina, it's been a fun three years — I didn't 
like studying at night anyway! We'll all 
miss your social hours!-TLS. 

Mark Preston Joslin 

Mark came to USNA from Mesquite, as in 
"Mesquite Grilled," Texas, as in 
"everything is bigger, better, etc." After a 
year of his buddies and awesome Dawson, 
Jos moved to the Hun shaft on 2-4. With a 
restrictee roommate, he didn't have to 
make up excuses to spend all his weekends 
at Key-um's. Pass the ihce, please. Uncle 
Mark did manage to get away to Daytona 
for spring break, bringing the zoot suit and 
wild turkey back into fashion. Mr. Joslin 
personified "power tool" for the class of 
'89. '86 was a double-ring year for the 
Joslins. Finally, farg-farg head, the finale- 
systems (best?) major/project, 1-3-1 
striper (I should have roomed with Matt), 
Army ring-toss, Turkey night, Graduation 
... ? Notes: JOSCORP will never sell 
socklips. I can show my parents my 
movies. Don't get mad, or even, get more 
than even. How Tjout them braces. Please 
flush. Oh, . . . and I'm always right! 

The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 


Curtis Todd Lee 

Curt can sometimes redefine the word in- 
tense. Give him a task to perform and he 
will attack it . . . and kill it! Coming 
originally from Pittsburgh, then two years 
at Marine Military Academy, there was no 
doubt he would go Marines. A three-time 
letterman on 150 pound football, Com- 
pany Commander second semester, maybe 
he can be forgiven for being a history ma- 
jor (Oh No!). His interests are Marine 
Corps, working out, Marine Corps, party- 
ing, Marine Corps, football, and, oh yes, 
Marine Corps. He also likes to sit around 
and contemplate his favorite football 
poster: a blown up picture of himself. He 
also likes long drives. All he needs is a bot- 
tle of Jack Daniels and an open window. 
But with his prowess with holding onto 
women, it is no wonder that he has so 
much energy left to be such a hard worker. 
After all, redirected energy is sometimes 
the best kind. BDN. 

Rose Marie McCain 

Well Rose — you made it! From being on 
the drill team and dreams about the 
Corps, to playing battalion tennis and go- 
ing 1100. Things sure change. Tell me — 
how many all-nighters did you pull? I lost 
count after youngster year. Late night 
"jelly ball" ... 1 a.m. showers . . . Physics 
"chameleon" dance . . . gourmet hot pot 
. . . mocha coffee special . . . jalapenos with 
milk . . . Yuck!! How about that 40 minute 
swim with a tower jump (gulp!), 20 
seconds on the bar (thanks), and best of all 
. . . Halsey Hack. Rose, I deem you presi- 
dent of the 7:29.5 club . . . What timing! 
Did you ever figure out the surface tension 
of bubbles plebe year? Kevin "That's foul" 
White? Who's he? Hey how do you fit all 
that junk into one desk drawer? I couldn't 
have made it without you Rose, thanks for 
the endless pep talks and your shoulder to 
cry on. Best wishes to you and Kevin for 
all your future endeavors. P.S.: Can I bor- 
row some blush?-Molly 

Matthew James Miggins 

How do you spell good times? MATT 
MIGGINS. Whether he was out with the 
guys or attending NASAP class, Matt 
found a way to have fun. The Irish Texan 
was famous for doom chop, Roger Miller, 
pastrami, falling off logs, and 'ster parties. 
Although unsuccessful, he tried to in- 
stitute room service for dental appoint- 
ments three times. Unable to make up his 
mind about sports (or anything else), he 
went from baseball to football to rugby, 
and finally his true love, fieldball. "Bust a 
..." Constantly injured from rugby, Matt 
decided to perform surgery on his ear. His 
medical career ended quickly with unkind 
words from the pear and a possible fry. 
Matt rounded out his career as Polar Bear 
Club President by increasing membership, 
while stressing the bare necessities. Never 
one to stress academics, Matt majored in 
graduation, sports, and fun. Good luck 
Brofton and beware of relly joll and 
unstable logs in P-Cola. RAM. 

Russell Anthony Moore 

Zeke X. Moon entered 19 as a quiet hillbil- 
ly from Big Stone Gap. " He changed! 
Maybe it was the parties at Penn where 
Zeke earned a rep as a man striving to 
develop alcohol tolerance. He failed all 
over, even in the laundry chute. Despite 
the lack of a silver tongue with the women, 
Russ always seemed to have a girl on line 
somewhere. Maybe it was his physique — 
he did play lightweight football (remember 
losing 12 lbs. in 2 days). We'll never forget 
Russ at the Ring Dance, even though he'll 
never remember it. Russ was the one 
wearing a wine-colored sash with his 
uniform. Of course the partying continued 
through first class year. Remember swo 
parties with a cup of Joe, jellyroll, your air 
biscuits, borrowing stamps, juggling craze, 
Nato pants, revelling in the joys of . . . , 
CAA B-Ball Tourney motorcycle mom- up to the 21st amendment. Russ, 
the Corps is lucky to get you. Take care 
and good luck brofton! CJN and MJM. 

Michael Jeffrey Ray 

Mike, or should I say Jeff? I don't know 
what to call you. I guess I don't know you 
as well as I thought. About the only thing I 
can do is recount a familiar scene that will 
probably haunt me forever. You would be 
playing the same Madonna tape over and 
over while you were be-bopping around 
the room in your middle-seventy fashion 
and, as a special bonus because I was your 
roommate, I could catch a glimpse of your 
almost fluorescent clothing. But other 
than that you're not so bad. You've come a 
long way from your humble beginnings in 
Oregon. You got an appointment to the 
Naval Academy after being prior enlisted 
in Nuke school. You then proceeded to set 
the Naval Academy on fire with your 
multitude of heroic catches for Navy foot- 
ball after being an unknown walk-on. Also, 
you were an outstanding member of the 
tough Aerospace major and received Tau 
Beta Pi honors. Yeah, I guess all in all you 
were pretty swell. -CJC 

Errol Edward Rideau 

Errol was always one to be slow getting 
places. A typical time to show up for a 
dance was after 11 o'clock. He also had a 
great love for parking tickets. Errol 
managed to get two within 24 hours. Just 
don't park at the stadium. Those 
neighborhoods . . . Errol's second love was 
filling out study skills sheets. He has been 
sat for eight weeks . . . that's two weeks a 
year. Errol, you have been a great friend 
and roommate these past two years. You'll 
do great in the Corps. I want to leave you 
with the following advice: Improve your 
lay-ups (that's from RES), don't wash 
your face too often (That's not dirt), don't 
smile on patrol, don't "ax" too many ques- 
tions, and make a lot of bones. RHC. 

Steven Douglas Sisney 

"Well, hey. I guess you're wondering why I 
called you here today," Steve said to the 
Lord in July of 1983. "It's to get the gouge 
for this Naval Academy thing." And the 
Lord said to Steve, "I can make you the 
greatest pilot on My green earth, but you 
have to get the gouge yourself." And so 
Steve packed up his thousands of toys and 
off he went on a four year search for 
graduation, stick time, and women- 
necessarily in that order. And now Steve 
has more stick time than he knows what 
to do with (How about those unlimited 
pilot billets?) All the Pi-Jio and Party X's 
in the world couldn't stop him now. Steve 
did it his way and he's glad he did. Just 
give him jets, women, and Texas and he 
will be an eternally happy man. But hey, 
the lady don't mind . . . -JPB. 

Russell Edward Smith 

Smitty, we're glad our last Company Of- 
ficer was not a female, we don't think the 
Marine Corps would allow a sex change for 
you. Maybe someday you will be able to 
lift your own body weight without having 
to apply Ben-Gay all over your old man's 
body for the next week. You'll probably 
change your opinion about marriage once 
we graduate because you will need so- 
meone to do your laundry and to nag you 
about sleeping all the time. All joking 
aside, you are a good guy and a good 
friend. You can always lean on us. Good 
luck in TBS and Pensacola. We are sure 
the Corps will be good for you and your 
career. Remember, keep feeding those lies 
and be generous with your hands. RHC 
and EER. 


The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 

Christopher James Newcomb 

Newk came here from Iowa Falls and 
hasn't let us forget it since. His loyalty to 
the Iowa-Michigan game cost him 
Thanksgiving and Army second class year. 
Not one to turn down alcohol for women, 
Newk had many good times with his bud- 
dy Weiser. We never figured out why his 
contacts bothered him while he was drink- 
ing (How else can you explain the glassy- 
eyed look?) Although he was a potential 
world class rower, he decided to give up 
crew for academics and spring break. 
Thereafter he chained himself to his desk, 
determined to break 30 hours a week. His 
hard work has paid off as he was selected 
for Nuke (or is that Newk?) power. Hey S. 
Stain, remember Ireland: poking donkeys, 
Stoney, singing pub, cliffs, pints of lager, 
Johnny Leahy, grilled cheeses. How about 
the pizza and hand you never got from Mr. 
Big!, 'ster parties, punching fights. We're 
gonna miss ya, Newk! Good luck and God 
bless. MJM, RAM. 

Brian Douglas Noyes 

Brian, just like the commercial: You're a 
brilliant engineer, a great roommate, but a 
financial wizard you're not. Brian, the 
heavy metal, head banging surfer from 
southern California, quickly became a 
contributing member of the "Huns" as 
well as a major pen pal of Mastercard and 
VISA. His academic excellence was only 
outdone by his ability to consume large 
quantities of alcohol. He left his mark on 
many parties (usually in technicolor). Se- 
cond class year he became a casualty of 
brute totalitarian force: I'm talking about 
the #1 threat to freedom, free will, and our 
democratic way of life. You guessed it, 
Brian fell victim to a woman (Just kid- 
ding, Shari). After deliberations of going 
SWO out of Great Lakes or Marine NFO, 
Shari, (Oops!) I mean Brian decided to 
stick with Navy NFO. Well, all kidding 
aside, you're a great guy, and I wish you 
and Shari the best of luck. I'll keep a 
lookout overhead for you. CTL. 

Camilo Octavio 

Cam came to USNA from sunny Northern 
California. To this day he proudly claims 
to be "The King of Mech. E." (after ad- 
mitting that O.E. was too easy). Cam's 
ultimate goal is to participate in and finish 
in the Marine Corps Marathon. The only 
question is . . . When Cam? Will it be 
before you receive your first Social Securi- 
ty check? March over has always been a 
thrill for 19th company. Of course, our 
favorite song was "Oh it's Cam . . . Cam 
. . . Cam . . . , can't get no . . . , in the Corps, 
in the Corps ..." Is this true, Cam? Can 
this happen to a king? Cam's other goals 
include . . . "If I am King, I've got to be the 
next Brigade Commander ... or Regimen- 
tal Commander ... or Battalion ... or I'll 
even settle for Company Commander." 
Cam's goal came closest to fruition when 
he became ICOR of room 2437. Hey Cam, 
how about a shot at the Presidency in the 
future? PHC. 

Huy Cuong Pham 

Raised in the jungles of Vietnam, South of 
course, Phambo came to the United States 
in 1975 by plane and boat. Since arriving 
in the U.S.fN.A.), Kenny has acquired an 
exquisite taste in European clothing ($100 
a shirt) and fine dining (instant noodles). 
Nevertheless, Kenny has never neglected 
his military desires as he easily qualified 
shooting expert in both pistol and rifle and 
earned the coveted gold jump wings. A 
devoted physical scientist, Kenny has 
managed to study on his back, with the 
lights on, book over his head, eyes shut. 
Not known for being a partier, Kenbo has 
been seen blowing chunks 6 times in one 
night in a very happy bar. Kenny is an in- 
ternational lover- just ask him . . . Without 
a doubt, Kenny will someday finally 
possess a car and maybe a Japanese girl. 
Whatever he does, no one will ever deprive 
Kenny of his flair for style. ECH. 

Tracy Lynn Smith 

Tracy came from Mountain View, Califor- 
nia to the harsh realization that the East 
Coast did exist. Prior to USNA, it was on- 
ly a resting spot to bigger and better things 
in Europe. Youngster year was an educa- 
tional experience for Tracy; it just shows 
that nothing is impossible. Second class 
year she amazed us with her talent for 
languages, German in Poli Sci and inven- 
tive colorful metaphors in EE. Tracy even 
made exchange officers check their pro- 
nunciation! You are also a proud owner of 
a sword, sure would be nice to wear while 
you can, no thanks to the midstore. Well, 
first class year brought the important 
things: new wardrobe, increased MC limit, 
hobknobbing at German Embassy balls, 
Dant's weekends and TAD in Munich. I 
hope you have as much fun in the air as 
you've had below sea level. Best of luck, oh 
roommate who never lacks a comment and 
a different outlook on life. Thanks for 

Glenn Warren Stevens 

Glenn has distinguished himself as an 
athlete since he's been in 19. Youngster 
year, he spent hours doing push-ups — a 
few hundred a night. But second class 
year, he found his true calling and became 
the master of Batt Frisbee. His athletic 
ability was matched only by his profes- 
sional bearing. His relationship with the 
4/C was always first- first name basis that 
is. Knowing now what I do about Glenn 
though, I wouldn't change a thing. Being 
an engineer, Glenn never lost sight of the 
importance of setting goals. He set his 
standards high and kept them there. 
Glenn was just as concerned about his 
academics as he was his morals. He is one 
of the few people I know that came into 
the Academy with high standards and 
morals and is graduating with the same 
level if not higher. He never let the at- 
mosphere or bad party attitude rule him. 
The Navy is extremely lucky to have him 
and I am extremely lucky to know 

Douglas Jon TenHoopen 

Doug strode into 19th company after a 
demanding plebe year in 27. From day one 
he became the maid, cook, and counselor 
for yours truly. A little intense at first, he 
soon began skipping class while doing 
restriction for, can you believe it, drinking 
a beer on Stribling Walk. We can't forget 
about the lovely Nori who made honorary 
Midshipman for being in Bancroft more 
than any plebe. All that behind him, "Hot 
Stuff became very involved with the local 
Volunteer Fire Department, but the 
nickname actually applies to his antics 
with some non-civilian females. Always 
one to lend a hand, Trap was real 
courteous to a "Spiker", "Hoopster" and a 
"Youngster". Since leaving his Long 
Island home in Bay Shore, the Hoop has 
accomplished his goals of an engineering 
degree and an invitation to flight school. 
Thanks, Doug, you are one hell of a great 
person who will always be remembered. 
Best of luck in P-cola. Adios Amigo.-WOJ 

Frederick Douglas Wojcik 

"From Wheeling, West Virginia, here's 
6'2" senior and team captain Doug 
Wojcik"-an appropriate introduction that 
we are all so familiar with! When Woj and 
I met as youngsters by luck of the 
alphabet, he was so worried about making 
the varsity hoop team. But dedication and 
hard work paid off and he became the 
starting point guard that year and finished 
his career as one of the best point guards 
in the NCAA. But if it wasn't B-ball tak- 
ing up his time, it was his "Grease" 
WIJBA, Susan. Then there was academics: 
NAPS raised, Doug knew how much to do 
to just get by, making sure he always had 
enough sleep — at the expense of many-a- 
cut classes. But after 8 semesters, the 
score was: the WOJ 8, Academics 0. I was 
lucky and proud to get paired up with such 
a great individual. "I'll miss you more than 
you miss the class of '86! And Buddy, 
remember me when you're coaching at 
Notre Dame!" -Trap 

The Brigade: Nineteenth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Jeffery Griffith, Timothy Rogers, Duane H. McDonald, Kenneth F. Dunn, John W. Hesse, Michael E. Williams, 
David P. West, James D. Houck, Daniel C. Hill Row Two: Christopher Johnson, David Julian, Scott Erdelatz, Kenneth 
Frack, Mike Hatheway, Sean Curry, Steve Rowe, Matthew Sorenson, Renaud Stauber, Peter Kowenhoven Row Three: 
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Fa// Staff 

Company Commander: Daniel Brown 
Company Sub Commander: James Houck 
Company Adjutant: Scott Erdelatz 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Kevin Hill 
Company Sub Commander: Sean Curry 
Company Adjutant: Mike Herron 

The Brigade: Twentieth Company 


The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Jane Collins, Tristram 
Farmer, Kevin Zachery, Leo Debandi, 
Keith West, Michael Weinstein, 
Mark Luta, Mark Moralez, Tom 
Schrantz Row Two: James Gray, 
Jon Silvey, Kevin Kitts, Gregory 
Simmons, Christopher Trigg, Wendi 
White, David Robillard, Jeff Ken- 
drick, Rob Carlisle, Sara Salas, An- 
drew Wickard Row Three: Pete 
Alexander, Lee Conley, Robert 
Hamilton, Glenn Graham, Richard 
Dehn, Christopher Payton, Darren 
Ault, John Coode, Gretchen 
Quasebarth Not Shown: Donald 


Row One: David Klain, Michael 
Latimer, John Shassberger, Michael 
Harnett, Robert Kleckner, Mike 
Tesar, John McDowall, Michael Kel- 
ly, Aaron Gilbert Row Two: Mark 
Thomassy, Chad Brivkalns, Scott 
Akins, Tom Phelan, Michael 
Russonello, Michael Thrall, Taylor 
Bennett, David Feuger, Robert 
Wilson, Lino Covarrubias, Douglas 
Brandeen Row Three: William 
Townsend, Brian Clifford, Jeff 
Shelton, Bob Benson, Steve Burke, 
Rob Wyand, James Ronka, Gary 
Wegley, John Gibson Not Shown: 
Mario Delaossa, Charles Gears, 
Michael Klemick 


Row One: Rita Fuller, Juan Spencer, 
Paul Feduchak, Mary Utley, Dianna 
Manzoni, Jamie Tang, Harold 
Workman, Francis Asper, Robert 
Pryce-Jones, Robert Cannon Row 
Two: Jon Spitznogle, Lael House, 
Mitch Rios, Travis Johnson, Jeff 
Barnaby, William Bulis, Vic Bindi, 
Joseph Gugluizza, Joseph Gombas, 
Max Reck, Todd Zeich, Darin Per- 
rine, Jason Burrows Row Three: 
Eric Hofmeister, Christian DeFries, 
Anthony Ohl, Robert Beauchamp, 
Thomas McBride, Bradford Luke, 
Eyo Ita, Charles Chadwick, Darren 
Morton, Vonda Armstrong Not 
Shown: Scott Gibbons, Richard 


The Brigade: Twentieth Company 

The Brigade: Twentieth Company 


Congratulations Class of 
'87, 20th Co. and Sean, 
"Yours is the earth and 
everything that's in it." . . . 
I'm proud of you. Love, 

Congratulations ENS Greg 
R. Ellison. We are very 
proud of you and we love 
you. Mom, Dad, Gail, and 
Gwen. We knew you could 
do it!! 

Dan, just keep up the good 
work you have started and 
remember that your 
parents, brothers, sisters 
and friends support you 
through "thick and thin." 

To Ron Harris, you ran the 
best race ever and won! 
You stuck with it and we 
both are winners. Proud in 
California. MOM. 

Matthew Sorenson, well you 
have met the challenge, 
Tiger! We pray that God 
goes with you and your 
classmates. Love, Mom and 
Dad. I Cor. 16:13-14. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Duane McDonald, Co. 20, 
and the Class of '87. 
Thanks for the memories. 
Love, Mom, Dad and 

To Eric Little and his 
buddies, we are very proud 
of you and wish you well 
in your careers. May there 
always be an angel on your 
shoulder. Mom and Dad. 

Love ya, Popeye me. 
We're proud of you, Jim. 
Love, Mom and Dad. 

Accomplishing more than 
our dreams you continue to 
be an inspiration. God 
bless you, Scott Erdelatz. 
Love, Mom, Dad, Robyn, 
Lori, Heidi, Eddie, Nana, 
and Nappy. 

Applause to you son and 
the Class of 1987. The 
parents of 20th Co.'s 
Michael Edwin Williams. 

Midshipman Rick Anderson 
Soar like an eagle — Shine 
live the sun — Live each 
day with LOVE, 
and INTEGRITY. Semper 


The Brigade: Twentieth Company 

The Brigade: Twentieth Company 


Richard Andrew Anderson 

Rick entered the 20th Company with foot- 
ball on his mind, but after a knee injury 
cancelled that hope he dedicated his life to 
Chrysler and his Charger(s). Known by 
many names, "Bulky," the master of the 
"Harris 9:20 whipping" became a favorite 
fixture in the wardroom or in the Naval 
Station garage where his returns to the 
company area gave a new meaning to the 
term "grease" uniform. Rick, good luck to 
you. Three years of close quarters never 
saw a major dispute and anyone that has 
as good a taste in music as you do will go 
far in life. Good Luck with Val and the 
Corps. PJM. 

Daniel Joseph Brown 

Dan came to the 20th Company from Des 
Moines. But don't let that fool you. Dan's 
weekends were classics. Sleeping on park 
benches and in wet paint tarps was only 
part of his exciting life. Weekends in D.C. 
and at "The Whale" were great. Christmas 
in Vegas was unbeatable. Florida with 
Paul, thank God I wasn't there. Racing to 
see Dave in G-town. CRASH! Driving 
down West Street. CRASH! Going to Taco 
Bell. CRASH! Skiing. CRASH! I don't 
think I was supposed to write that. Al- 
though Company Commander first set, 
second semester Dan was called "Rebel" 
for his total disregard for authority. He 
loved living on the edge, except he was too 
close to the edge of that cliff. Was I safe 
with you teaching me to ski? Dan, you've 
been a good friend. Sorry about the abuse, 
but you knew I couldn't resist. Best of 
Luck! May you have better luck in the air 
than you had on the ground. You can be 
my wingman anytime. -Psycho. 

Sean Cecil Curry 

"Scurry," originally from Lexington, Ken- 
tucky, came to USNA via the Naval Acad- 
emy Prep School in Newport, Rhode Is- 
land. A General Engineering major whose 
service selection was nuclear power- sub- 
marines — he had the determination and 
drive necessary to achieve his goals at the 
Naval Academy. Nevertheless, he man- 
aged to maintain an easy-going and even- 
tempered attitude despite whatever pres- 
sures and stress arose. His optimistic 
manner and outlook on life has been an 
inspiration. I have known Sean for almost 
two years and he has made a tremendous 
impact on my life. He has my deepest 
respect and admiration. It is the highest 
honor and privilege to be his wife. Shari T. 

James Hamilton Dick 

What can you say about a. guy the plebes 
call "Mr. Dick?" I can say a lot. Jim has 
been my roomie since we moved to 20. Jim 
used to be an undisputed rack king, but 
some time during 'ster year this rigorous 
lifestyle caught up with him and he started 
doing a "Lumpy impression." Now Jim is 
a trim mid once again. If he wasn't, he 
wouldn't be able to keep up with 'Gina at 
all. As it is, the only time Jim is seen on 
the W.E. is when he drags in Sunday, only 
to collapse into sleep. We should all be so 
lucky. Jim has chosen to be a dedicated 
SWO daddy. The least he could do is do- 
nate his 20/20 vision to someone that 
could use it (maybe your room-mate, 
huh?) Jim leaves behind, after four years, 
a bunch of terrified plebes (you mean 
somebody really listens to chow calls, sir?!) 
and a scattering of women (Rachael, Dan's 
"baby" sister, one that will go unmen- 
tioned . . . ) Oh, SWO god, get me to the 
beach on time!!! KFD. 

Jeffery Perry Griffith 

Youngster year Jeff-man was known for 
roaming the halls tuned into heavy metal 
and tuned out to the rest of the world. 
Though we didn't all agree with his taste 
in music, nobody could fault his taste in 
clothes. He used his GQ image to good 
advantage on his trips to Paris second 
class year. Then came first class year and 
his scrapes with death: fast cars (and roll- 
ing ones), slow grades, few pull-ups, and 
femmes all tried to leave us Griff-less. De- 
spite his cosmopolitan tastes, Grif also 
enjoyed the basics: a blonde with a ma- 
ternal streak. The best times and the 
worst times seemed to run together all at 
once for Grif, but he always outran the ill 
winds, leaving a wisp of burnt rubber. 
That's how we'll remember Jeff-man: cig- 
arette in his lips, wrapped in his O-coat, a 
desperado speeding off into the sunset 
with an angel in the passenger seat; will 
she be a Genie or a mere mortal? Time will 
tell. DJB & JMM. 

Ronald James Harris 

Ronnie J! The man, the mouth, the legend. 
Never before has USNA witnessed a larger 
bundle of energy. Navy's finest distance 
runner ever, Ronnie has managed to ac- 
cumulate eleven "N" stars. His accom- 
plishments on the track are unlimited. As 
a second class Ronnie reached the status 
of cross-country all-America. He single- 
handedly rewrote Navy's track and cross- 
country record books. As Al's pal his pres- 
ence will be missed. Ronnie J's accom- 
plishments off the track were also im- 
pressive. Was there ever a semester that 
he went into finals with above a 2.0? Of 
course not, but he always survived with 
gravy. Ronnie was able to maintain a close 
liason with his Rialto "homeboys." We 
still don't know how he was able to get so 
much mail. We're counting on you to 
give'em hell when you reach the Bay area 
and the USS Gray. Only two questions 
remain. Who's going to do your taxes? And 
when are you going to get an air con- 
ditioner? Best of luck and AMF to USNA. 

Michael Peter Hatheway 

When he's not cutting up the Severn on 
his windsurfer or terrorizing Pennsylvania 
skiers (with a broken wrist, no less!), Mike 
can be found strumming a tune on his 
guitar or talking himself through a stub- 
born math problem. (He tried engineering 
but decided he'd rather expand his mind 
instead of filling it with garbage.) Mike 
impressed the women as well as his class- 
mates with his charming smile, quiet sense 
of humor, and, of course ... his two-step 
(just ask the Johnnies!). However, he 
seems to have had more luck hooking up 
his friends — having left an impressive 
string of married roommates in his wake. 
The aviators are lucky to get such a great 
man. RES. 

Michael Stephan Herron 

Mike, a tough kid from South Jersey, who 
likes to eat, got the name "Bam-Bam" for 
being such a hard hitter on football special 
teams. After every home game he had the 
best tailgaters with the best food, com- 
plemented by endless Rolling Rocks. The 
tailgates lasted past sunset and into the 
hours beyond the designated times. Mike 
is the most relaxed person I know. His 
excessive eating habits probably account 
for the move from 150# football to a start- 
ing position on the varsity team. His com- 
placent attitude helped him through his 
ocean engineering major with a minimal 
amount of sweating. He's a definite hard 
worker and achiever, aspiring to play the 
guitar in a jazz band and return to his 
lifeguard duty after retirement. I'm sure 
that Mike's "chilled" attitude and level- 
headedness will provide him with success 
in the future. PACKY. 


The Brigade: Twentieth Company 

Kenneth Franklin Dunn Jr. 

Ken came to USNA from Marietta, GA via 
the fleet, completely unprepared for what 
was to follow. That showed when he drove 
up to Gate 1 on 1-Day and asked where to 
park his car! A year as a Georgia Bulldog 
didn't prepare him for Canoe U. But Ken 
did well, finishing his degree as a "EE." So 
what if the youngsters took more week- 
ends than he did as a firstie?! It takes 
"EE," of course, to spell gEEk. The free 
time he did have was taken up with stud- 
ying and working on his pride and joy — 
"the Car": a '66 Chevy Impala Convertible. 
Ken's image as a geek was somewhat re- 
duced at Service Selection. Despite his 
nuclear training, or maybe because of it, 
Ken chose to go pound ground for the 
Corps in his little green suit. So he's off for 
Quantico and whatever it is that Marines 
do. Whatever he does, I know he'll bring 
enthusiasm and dedication with him and 
he'll have a good time doing it. Best of luck 
wherever you go. JHD. 

Greg Robert Ellison 

Greg was a machine, he ran like clockwork. 
I could not help but admire and respect his 
Puritan work ethic. The only indecisive 
event in Greg's Naval Academy career was 
settling on a major. Most people switch 
majors once; Greg switched twice. Being a 
local homeboy from Baltimore, Greg saw a 
lot of time at home on the weekends. 
Spending most of the time with Laura, his 
main babe, he still found time for his com- 
pany friends, entertaining them at tail- 
gators and parties at his home. And who 
can forget those parties? Time to take bets 
on Bernie. Greg was also the gouge for 
food. His main suppliers were Mom, Lau- 
ra, and his sisters. His main consumer was 
Bulky. With the quality of food that I have 
sampled, Laura will make Greg very happy 
and I wish them the best. I just hope Greg 
has the right stuff to keep Laura as happy. 

Scott Edward Erdelatz 

Scott, from Milbrae, California, came to 
the Academy from NAPS. He breezed 
through Mean Fifteen Plebe year, then 
transferred into Roaring Twenty, where 
he continued to strive for excellence. Scott 
gave his best in every job he had here, from 
company Honor Rep to squad leader. He 
was a terror Plebe Summer. After losing 
his voice the second day, he chose a plebe 
to ask rates at the table. He had high 
standards, but was also very understand- 
ing. Motivated by his love for God and 
concern for people, Scott led many Bible 
studies and helped others grow spiritually. 
He was committed to living for Christ. 
Scott has been an encouragement to me as 
my roommate and friend. I think the Ma- 
rine Corps has finally found one of "the 
few good men" they have been looking for. 

Kenneth Lawrence Frack 

Ken came to us from Portland, Oregon, a 
land of rolling hills and little humidity. 
Ken, however, soon learned to breathe, 
and to adjust to the rigors of plebe summer 
and life in 33rd Company. He struggled 
but managed to overcome most of his ob- 
stacles at the Naval Academy through 
hard work and diligence. A sub-squader 
plebe year, Ken was leading sub squad 
workouts by his second class year. In 20th 
Company, Ken was harmlessly given the 
nickname "Rack" by his observant room- 
mate. The name stuck and Rack he has 
been ever since. Those who knew Ken well 
will remember his generosity and zeal in 
following after Christ. A desire to know his 
Savior and help others know Him char- 
acterized Ken's life at Navy. Ken's spirit 
of excellence and desire to please God will 
stand him in good stead both in the Navy 
and in life. 

John Walter Hesse 

When John came to USNA from Fay- 
etteville, North Carolina, little did he ex- 
pect the "fun" that he was going to have. 
He survived plebe year as a Killer Duck in 
25 and moved on into Ta'wenny. After an 
initial bout with English, John settled 
himself into career as a Political Scientist, 
putting his talent for "bull" to work. Of 
course being Group III also left him plenty 
of time to rack — probably his favorite 
pastime. The years passed pretty quickly 
with John spending his weekends at his 
home-away-from-home in Mclean, Virgin- 
ia with his Uncle Rayburn. The rest of the 
week was spent sleeping, writing, or lis- 
tening to one of his over 200 albums. John 
was definitely the music king in 20! In 
January John made his dream come true 
— he became a SWO-Daddy. Just give 
him a tall ship and NAVSAT to steer her 
by. With John in the Fleet, Surface Line 
will be mighty fine. Best of luck to you, 
John and we'll see you at sea! JHD. 

Daniel Clyde Hill 

Dexter has two meanings. When Dan 
(D.C.) Hill showed up at the Naval Acad- 
emy, his poor squadmates had to mem- 
orize his hometown of Dexter, Michigan. 
These bright kids nicknamed him 
"Dexter," after that bustling metropolis. I 
call him D.C. Lucy calls him Hillard. Girls 
call him all the time. D.C. is a very re- 
sponsible individual. He really knows how 
to take care of things. When he was driv- 
ing his fresh '74 Toyota, he really took care 
of that car! Penzoil, Valvoline, you name 
it. Motor oil was definitely motor oil for 
D.C. He'll make a great engineering officer 
on that gas-turbined gray streamlined 
beauty out of San Diego, California.(Have 
the men change the oil every ten thousand 
nautical miles, will ya, D.C?) D.C. has one 
good eye for the good times. Someday, 
he'll shine his leathers. I can't wait to take 
him for a ride on some hot summer day in 
the future. He's my man! May the 
"Bunkhouse Boys" live forever! RJH. 

Kevin Carlos Hill 

K.C. came to the Boat School all the way 
from Vienna, Virgina one day to take the 
place by storm. Four years and a few 
squalls later he's ready to leave. Kevin set 
himself up for quite a challenge here, 
choosing "EE" for his major, but he made 
it through without too much trouble. He 
even found time to hang around with "the 
Boys" on the weekends — memories of 
Beast still linger. And he'll always have 
fond memories of trips to U of Delaware 
and Va Tech. But Kevin settled down first 
class year, due in part to being Company 
Commander second semester. Profession- 
alism ran rampant throughout the com- 
pany under his steady hand. Besides, we 
were all too busy thinking about grad- 
uation to argue with him! Service selection 
found K.C. choosing Surface Line with a 
twist — he went Nuke. So he's off to 
Orlando to apply himself some more — 
hopefully to his studies! Wishes for the 
best of luck go with K.C. with a reminder 
- No Nose. JHD. 

James David Houck 

Hack came to us from Phoenix via a two 
year enlistment and NAPS. Plebe year 
confusion soon set in as he sought refuge 
in his shower and the Wall. Ten miles, a 
2.0 or whatever it took saved him from 
aimlessly wandering the streets of London 
looking for good movies and set him into 
youngster year and the brotherhood. 
Hack's second class summer experiences 
forced him to realize his true destiny as a 
"Warrior". His motivation was never 
higher as he passed EE with Uncle Bob on 
the first try (those staples and brakes just 
wouldn't hold) and was almost commis- 
sioned by the AC Board. To top it off, he 
met the perfect girl less than a month 
later. Liz soon became his main concern 
and we all knew this was it. It was an 
honor to have met Jim and I'm proud to 
call him a friend. His dedication to the 
Navy and his family make him nothing 
short of a great person and an outstanding 
Naval Officer. FWAFS! PJH. 

The Brigade: Twentieth Company 


Christopher Elliot Johnson 

Chris entered USNA behind the power 
curve. Since he had only two years of col- 
lege and one year at NAPS, we all had our 
doubts. Low and behold, Chris overcame 
this weakness and is still with us. Chris 
was unshakable youngster year when he 
wanted to go into submarines. Then he 
finally decided on Navy Air his first class 
year, then surface, then he signed up for 
the Marines. We suspect this prior Marine 
wanted to get into the beer line early. This 
thrifty tycoon from Teaneck, New Jersey 
majored in history, although he prefers to 
call himself an historical engineer. Chris 
freely admits that he merely wanted team 
tables his plebe year on the track team and 
has since switched to the cycling team. We 
are all happy for Chris and Ivy, his bride to 
be. Remember, "New Jersey and You, Per- 
fect Together." Good Luck and Semper 
Rackus. JDH. 

David Alexander Julian 

Dave came into the 20th Company with 
"tough shoes to fill." This was evident by 
the three years of Alex and Tom's bios we 
had to live with. The top 5% and three 
stripes later, he did a good job in spite of 
our attempts to corrupt him. Iowa with 
Dan, Army-Navy 85 and 86, spring break 
with Paul and Dan, second class summer, 
the Ring Dance, his few visits to "The 
Whale", picking Eric up off the floor at a 
dance (thanks for the note, Dave), and 
endless games of Nerfhoop were only some 
of the good times. The best memory of 
Dave had to be as Mr. Vice. Our countless 
attempts at trying to corrupt Dave out of 
his money and into the fast life usually 
failed. (We can't believe we couldn't do it!) 
Guess it's now up to your OAO to start 
where we left off. Well, you'll have fun as a 
Nuke anyway. Good luck in whatever you 
do, Dave. You've been a good friend and 
roommate. We don't know how you put up 
with us. PSYCHO & DJB. 

Peter Francis Kowenhoven 

Peter came to the 20th Company from 
East Lyme, Connecticut. Naval Arch ac- 
counted for many lost hours of sleep which 
Pete easily made up for during sports pe- 
riods. He never had to worry though. He 
validated all four years of P.E. and made 
every varsity team he tried out for (but 
never stayed with). When it came to wom- 
en, Pete was totally unpredictable. Pete 
went through women like they were going 
out of style. Petey, juniors are OK. College 
juniors, that is. Also, what's wrong with 
civilians? On weekends, it wasn't hard for 
Pete to adjust to the fast life. Going from a 
carton of milk a party to a 12-pak? No 
problem! Down by the river, "the Whale", 
Syracuse and "The Bunkhouse", Hallow- 
een, Army-Navy, the Thrift Inn, and the 
Block Party were only some of the good 
times. Thank God you finally decided on 
Navy Air. Good Luck Pete! You've been a 
good friend. GRE & PSYCHO. 

Eric Lester Little 

When Eric first came into the 20th Com- 
pany the only thing he was famous for 
were his drill trousers but 3 years later 
"Psycho" is an everyday term among the 
boys in the AA club. If there's anything 
you can count on Eric for it's unpredict- 
ability. Sudden lapses in sanity followed 
by that one-of-a-kind laugh always caused 
raised eyebrows among the gang, trying to 
figure out what deviant act would occur 
next. Of course, he had a lot of help in Las 
Vegas, when "the real Eric Little" learned 
how to ski like a madman (he had good 
instructors). Don't forget the nights at 
"The Whale", and the weekends with the 
Rin-Trin-Trin gang (what is it with those 
Jersey Girls?) Talking jive with bums and 
blowin harp had to be the best. Don't lose 
your sense of humor or your taste for 
Foster's! Long Live the "Bunkhouse 
Boys!" Do it up in Pensacola and We'll see 
you at Top Gun. PJM and (GD)DJB. 

Robert Steven Rowe 

Steve is a good ol' boy from the deep 
south. He came to roaring twenty via 25 
with five other killer ducks. Steve has 
hung tough, working for the D&B for the 
past four years. It finally paid off in the 
end; three stripes is not a bad way to end a 
career at Canoe U. Steve takes from his 
four year stint here two valuable things. 
One is his much sought after NFO billet. 
So it was the next to last one. Close 
enough is good enough! The other thing 
that Steve gets to keep is his soon -to-be 
better half. Steve met her at Dahlgren (her 
first time there; hey, Steve is quick when 
he needs to be). A resilient sense of humor 
has kept Steve from taking any of the 
kidding about how he met Rainham too 
seriously. These last four years have been 
long but rewardipg. Long after we've all 
dropped the grudges we hold against US- 
NA, the friendships will remain. Good luck 
Steve, and wag your wings when you fly 
over us ground pounders! KFD. 

Matthew David Sorenson 

Well Matt, it's a long way to the Boat 
School from Brunswick, Ohio (the so- 
called "motherland"). It's an even longer 
way, however, from Plebe Summer to 
Graduation Week, and you've managed to 
make the most of your stay here where 
Severn joins the tide. You have spent a lot 
of long nights at the library agonizing over 
Aero (at the 'brary mainly because of neg- 
ative study distractions such as myself), 
but in the end, it was well worth it. I would 
wish you luck at Nuc School but you will 
probably be setting the curve there, so all I 
have to say is have fun chasing Ruskie 
subs. The Silent Service does not yet know 
what a fine officer is being added to its 
ranks. And by the way, if you happen to 
get assigned to the West Coast after Sub 
School, we'll hop in your black convertible 
Porsche 911 and make a road trip some 
weekend, or do some camping (I'll build 
the fire, you chase the bears). See you in 
the Fleet! Ha-HAH! DHM. 

Renaud Emmanuel Stauber 

Renaud has come a long way since he 
packed his bags to join the Navy. Hailing 
from "Mo-hole", West Virginia, he used to 
remark that the best thing about plebe 
year in 25th Company was not having to 
tell people how to say his first name. A 
natural athlete, Renaud was a member of 
the Academy fencing team, where he 
swashbuckled with distinction. He never 
lost sight of his true loves though: Tennis, 
the violin, and EE. As youngster year 
came Roaring Twenty became his home. 
First class year found him as one of the 
few EE geeks (or "studs", as they like to 
call themselves) remaining in the brigade, 
with stars to boot! The Academy awarded 
his performance with the job of fourth 
battalion sub-commander first semester, a 
job he performed with such distinction 
that they'll still be talking about it years 
from now, (or at least 22nd Company will). 
The Silent Service made a fine choice, and 
one of the best is about to hit the fleet. 

David Paul West 

The Jams, the tan, the top goes down, the 
tape goes in, the glasses go on, the Alfa 
revs, shift-on-the-fly: Dave's weekend 
style. David P. West II, "Westy," has not 
only followed a few of his father's foot- 
steps by graduating and going on to a life 
of aviation, but he has left a few distin- 
guishing footprints of his own. David's 
carefree attitude has involved following 
the "true" intentions of the regs, main- 
taining above average grades with scat- 
tered but carefully orchestrated study ses- 
sions, living a life of Hockey and making 
up for a missed college life on the week- 
ends. Hockey kept David motivated, and 
David kept Hockey a true spectator sport. 
Speaking of spectator sports, over the past 
three years, he has befriended enough la- 
dies to ensure well attended games (ye: 
Hockey). His home is in Atlanta, Georgia 
Prepare yourself Pensacola, for th' 
"Iceman" truly cometh. MEW. 


The Brigade: Twentieth Company 

Duane Hugh McDonald 

The Navy could not have known what it 
was getting when it accepted Duane for 
admission to the Academy. Although 
"Hey Duane" has had his share of un- 
forseen problems, (like breaking bones and 
getting the Rocket), he has come through 
it all with a good attitude and a strong 
desire to serve proudly in the fleet. Un- 
accounted for go the number of times he 
has chosen to read something profession- 
ally enhancing rather than go brick chas- 
ing like his classmates. However, Duane 
did have something which he cherished 
and invested countless hours on: his red 
1986 Ford Mustang GT. There was noth- 
ing he enjoyed more than washing his car 
or smoking the occasional Volkswagon 
product he might encounter on the road. 
The Navy is very lucky to have people like 
Duane who love to serve their country and 
who really love to be on a fighting ship at 
sea. Good luck with those big guns on the 
Mighty Mo. . . . and Duane: stay seated. 

Paul Joseph Meisch 

Paul came into the 20th Company with 
Aurora and the Bears on his mind. Good 
friends and good times saw many week- 
ends in D.C., especially "The Whale." Fos- 
ter's Lager, blowin' the harp with the 
bums, and the Cap'n told only half the 
story. Sleeping on park benches, under 
ping-pong tables, or in wet paint tarps was 
a luxury for Paul. Don't forget Syracuse 
and the Navy Basketball Cinderella story. 
St. Patty's Day will never be as fun again. 
Bulky, Get-Down, D.C., Petey, Dave, and 
the rest of 20 couldn't have made it any 
better. Thank heaven for that first hitch 
to "The Whale" where everything went 
up-hill or down-hill depending on whose 
plastic was being sacrificed. To the man 
with a good eye and a master at the harp 
and the keyboards, I wish you Good Luck, 
and may Pensacola be a D.C. south! Long 
Live the "Bunkhouse Boys!" and don't 
lose your sense for adventure. PSYCHO. 

Thomas Patrick Murphy 

Packy came to Navy from "GocF s Coun- 
try" (upstate New York) with a crew cut. A 
hard worker since birth, He developed a 
strange attraction for heavy machinery 
while riding shotgun in his father's 18- 
wheeler. During his Irish Catholic up- 
bringing, he learned discipline from his 
father and physical toughness from his 
sisters. His Irish luck ran out the only two 
times he broke regs. (0-2) "Choo-Choo," a 
running back on the Plebe Football team, 
could take a hit, but in '87 learned that it's 
much better to give than to receive. 
(Brigade Champ, 190 lbs.) Tom was a 
hard-charger in the classroom with a tre- 
mendous capacity for memorization. He 
would finish work during the week with 
high-expectations of drinking a few fire- 
brewed cold ones on the weekend. An in- 
tense individual who never lost sight of his 
objectives and made it to the end of the 
huge rainbow. To the most sincere and 
dependable guy I've ever known — Good 
Luck. BAM-BAM. 

Timothy Alexander Rogers 

"Slimy" Rogers kept a low profile except 
for the weekly nag session while cleaning 
up Grifs weekend mess. See, Tim was 
domesticated; on the weekends, he lived 
with Ange, his wife-to-be. Somehow, Tim 
provided for his psuedo-wife's creature 
comforts and still paid for the rejuvena- 
tion of his lifeless VW; though the op- 
eration was VERY long and strenuous, it 
was a success. Despite a weakness for 
crossword puzzles as well as the fact that 
he took more weekends second class year 
than he was eligible for first class year, 
Tim maintained an unreasonably high 
QPR. Tim was a poet as well as a scholar, 
always spouting verses of questionable 
"slimy" poetry. His willpower, though, was 
beyond question: he quit smoking at least 
twice a month. We'll never forget Tim's 
bulky figure dragging his dad at basketball 
games. From the boys of TAwenty to Tim 
"Buck" "Slimy" Rogers: Happy trails, 
"buzzard meat"! JPG & JMM. 

Michael Edwin Williams 

Michael E. Williams (don't even think of 
calling him Mike) comes from tobacco 
country, Farmville, North Carolina, which 
he keeps afloat with his chewing habit. 
(Ha, you can't blame me any more). There 
have been many ups and downs for Mi- 
chael while at USNA, especially with 
grades. He finally found the right study 
habit for himself; sleep. We had some pret- 
ty good times out in town also. Thank God 
Cindy does not know about you standing 
up drunk in the back of my car at 30 mph, 
trying to pick up girls for Eric and me. It 
would also be hard to forget those ex- 
pensive nights in D.C. looking for me, es- 
pecially those seventy dollar red lights. 
Good luck with your marriage to Cindy. It 
has been a very memorable three years as 
your roommate and best wishes in the 
world's greatest profession, Naval Avia- 
tion. DPW. 

The Brigade: Twentieth Company 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Christopher Powell 
Company Sub Commander: Ernest Swan 
Company Adjutant: Brian Kline 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Brian Kline 
Company Sub Commander: Philip Corcoran 
Company Adjutant: William McCarthy 


The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Jeffrey Taylor, Thomas M. Truden, Grover Tellez, Rick Dau, Joseph Videll, Michael Stewart, Bill Matthes, 
Michael Herrera, John Alder Row Two: Richard J. Hoffmann III, Geoff Anderson, Jonathan D. Washburn, Christopher T. 
Fay, James J. Fisher, Alexander G. Ihde, Martin E. Brandle, Eric B. Dano, Scott Hunnemeyer, Christopher E. Bolt, William 
A. McCarthy, Ernest W. Swan Row Three: Scott Timm, Scott Slater, Jose Trevino, Brian Kline, David Quick, Robert 
Sizemore, Michael Peoples, Philip E. Corcoran, C.S. Powell Not Shown: George Lipscomb, John Woughter 


The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Robert Cox, David 
Gebhardt, Jon Dachos, Richard Silva, 
William Gross, Robert Tortora, Ted 
Alexander, Mark Scanlon, Gregory 
Marbach Row Two: Bob Strong, 
Mark Jones, Tammy Adams, Kristin 
Orlich, Lisa Gregory, Rodney Luck, 
Dominique Soave, Daniel Widdis 
Row Three: James Egan, Jason 
Burke, Pat Studer, Brian Hare, 
Michael Rose, Brian Colley, Joseph 
Donnelly Not Shown: Richard 
Bomhold, Gavin Fite, Robert 
Honeycutt, Britain Price 

The Class of 

Row One: Redante Dacanay, David 
Salomon, Trent Mabe, Ron Lasorsa, 
John Ralston, Derek Tangeman, Eric 
Reilly, Philipp Lindogan, Todd King 
Row Two: Chad Acey, Dale Hurley, 
Steve Wistner, Rob Fryer, Byron 
Merritt, Brian Sullivan, Chris Tran- 
quill, Charles Mills, Thomas Popp, 
Thomas Robertson, Jeff Emenaker, 
Leif Harrison Row Three: Robert 
Lessard, Frank Lugo, Donald 
Vangilder, Edward Maraist, Don 
Mills, Tim Taylor, Earl Wartenberg, 
Robert Dumont, Kenneth Harrison, 
Michael Steadman, Donald Glatt Not 
Shown: Mark Kiefer, Brian Sears 

The Class of 

Row One: Christopher Tipton, 
Larry Teed, Victor Caruso, Thomas 
Feddo, Sean McHugh, Brendan 
Rogers, Peter Vasely, Lynne Smith, 
Patricia Campbell Row Two: Kelly 
Duncan, Chris Le, Keith 
Chateauneuf, Mark Brinkman, David 
O'Neill, Walter Glenn, David Blake, 
Joseph Gardiner, Margaret O'Neil, 
Andre Brown, Paul Cotter, Paul 
Snyder, John Zuzich, Christy Johns, 
Raymond Berzins, John Fitzpatrick 
Row Three: Steven Marinello, 
Janhein Phelps, Michael Burroughs, 
Everett Dunnick, Jeffrey Hickox, 
David Clipsham, John Haga, Patrick 
Hogan, Michael Riffice, James 
Barney, George Knight, John Da- 
ziens, Kevin McGoff 

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Best Wishes, Dave Quick 

Congratulations to the 

All the best now and in 

and Class of 87! 

Class of '87. Nice going 

the future to the Class of 

The Quicks. 

21. Good luck with your 

1987, especially John. 

swimming lessions Dick. 

with love and pride, 

Well done Chris Powell. 

From the Hoffmann Family. 

The Alder Family. 

Go fly your iet. Our pride 

and love go with you. 
Mom, Dad, Jen and Charlie. 

Congratulations Second 
Lieutenant Thomas Michael 
Truden, USMC and to all 
the Class of '87. We are 
very proud of you and our 
love will go with you 
always. Mom and Dad. 

Scott — May you find many 
rewards and much happiness 
as you travel through the 
trials and tribulations of 
life. We extend our best 
wishes to the Class of 87. 

Congratulations Eric Dano. 
One of the "few good men." 
Love, your proud family. 

Congratulations Michael L. 
Peoples, Class of '87, and 
21st Company with all the 
laid-back guys. 
Love, Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations, Chris 
and crew! The Fay Family. 

Congratulations to the 
Class of '87, the 21st Co. 
and Ensign James J. Fisher 
you have made us so proud. 
Fisher Family. 

God be with you Grover. 
Semper Fi. Mom and Dad. 

Anchors away to Chris Bolt 
and Scott. Semper Fi to 
Eric and Brian. We are so 
proud of all of you. Come 
see us. Love, Randy, Pat, 
Mom, Susie and Cassie. 

Hip-Hip '87 and the 
awesome 11! Glad I met ya! 
Special Congratulations 
to my Ensign Bill 
McCarthy. You always 
make me proud! Keep that 
smile! Love ya kid-o! Mom. 

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The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 


John Edward Alder 

John (the duty driver) came to USNA 
from the Garden state (exit 11). We soon 
found out that he could see as well as he 
could keep the room clean, a source of 
much amusement. John also had a knack 
for losing everything . . . except his sense 
of humor. John's reputation as the 
Goucher hook will live forever, as will 
memories of E and M. John and the 
Grossman made an everlasting mark upon 
the Glee club, until internal politics 
threatened to cramp their style. We all 
know you went nuke so one day you could 
afford to be THE sports addict and do 
nothing but sit in a reclining chair in front 
of a big screen TV which only shows HTS 
and ESPN, the latest issue of Sporting 
News on one side and a Wendy's on the 
other. GO METS!! 

Geoffrey Leigh Anderson 

Gus, Gu3 Goodsport, Gustafer, "Fragile" 
has endured many setbacks: wrist and 
knee injuries, Flash Gordan crutches, 
academic probation, fear of cancer, 
catheter, open bar on bus-trip to Duke, 
busted at enlisted housing with McKane 
and Simmons. We had a blast, though: 
qualudes at American Cafe, second class 
summer, weekends at the Fay's, open bar 
on the bus-trip to Duke, new found love, 
"Buddy 21", and the boys. We survived, 
and he was a great roommate. Good luck 
from one SWO pup to another and hope 
the "romance" works out well. See you in 
Charleston. MDQ FYN! 

Christopher Eugene Bolt 

Christopher(son), Pookiehead, PW4302 
comes to us from the land of rednecks and 
terrible drivers (Va) — not worthy of note 
except for his roommates who use his 
house as a hobble jumping off point. 
Chris's life has been ruled by three con- 
stants: One, his undying love for his 
enigma, despite the evil seductress A.M. 
This is confirmed by his sleep-driving 
techniques, (It was a nice Regal anyway). 
The second constant is Chris's blind 
allegiance to the most pathetic team in the 
N.F.L., the Washington Deadskins. The 
third constant is actually a variable with a 
negative coefficient (his hairline). Not to 
imply that he's bald, but if forehead was a 
valuable commodity Chris would be a 
millionaire. Besides that, Chris rode the 
Rocket, found potholes in Lauderdale, 
discovered airsickness, and even got 
stripes. Seriously though, Chris, you have 
everything it takes to be a great pilot. Just 
don't drink too much coffee on your P-3. 
ED & SH. 

Martin Edward Brandle 

Marty, I hope when you read this it brings 
back memories of those four short years at 
the academy. When I first met you in the 
"playboy" company, you were a veteran of 
Cloud-9. I guess it was only natural that 
we would eventually room together since 
we are both from the southwest. I hope 
you will always remember the good times 
as well as the bad. The academy is a 
strange place, we curse it for pushing us so 
hard, yet we are proud to be a part of it. 
You should be proud of what you've ac- 
complished. Congrats! P.S. Who would 
have ever thought that a Marine and a 
sailor could get along so well? GDT. 

James John Fisher 

"Fish," first name unknown to most. 
"Weenos" to the boys at Cleary's and the 
Brick Bar back in his hometown of 
beautiful downtown Buffalo. NAPS 
brought pizza, beer, and the whole nine 
yards and Dunph's clothes topped with 
IHOP blueberry syrup. USNA spawned 
"our worst nightmare" and roadtrips 
home with Glav's and driving with no 
right to operate a motor vehicle. Plebe 
year created the Caco-Calo tailgater. 
Youngster year brought the U.S. Ski Team 
trials, St. Patrick's Day, Buchannan 
House and the reading of the riot act on 
4-1. 2/C year was highlighted with locker 
door and bedroom dresser attacks. A ban- 
ner 1 /C year brought cheapshots, nicks in 
rings, 21st Company wardroom spotlights, 
and Visa police. KABLASTED! We had 
fun. You're the boy. CTF. 

Michael Anthony Herrera 

The Bear came from surfin' southern 
California (Tijuana?) to the USNA in pur- 
suit of a dream ... to be a runner, an 
engineer, and a pilot. He became a boxer, a 
poli sci, and a SWO daddy. Under Capt. 
Queeg during youngster cruise, Mike 
reached a low point that would never be 
reached again. He took up boxing because 
he took pleasure in mauling people- his 
own size of course. Although ne was 
shafted from a letter, Mike used his box- 
ing skills to "hit" on women. Mike had a 
problem finding women his own age; 23, 
25, 27. He liked professional women- elec- 
trical engineers, lawyers, and presidential 
aides — and for some reason they liked 
him (you could sweep floors with his 
eyelashes). He has come a long way since 
walking on his hands shouting "go navy 
crew." Mike's carefree attitude and 
Mustang GT (someday not just a picture) 
will take him wherever he wants to go. 

Richard John Hoffmann 

Dickie Dog, Pea Brain, Woodie, Nose, 
Weak Ma, One of the "boys," Buddy 21. 
Well-oiled physical machine, NCBA 
Champion, Basketball Stud. Girl-Leaver, 
romance found second class year leaving 
his roommate knocking on the door — 
Girlfriend frying roommate. Second Class 
summer -Pensacola — grabbing booty at 
block party with ride in paddywagon. 
Wrestling Mania. Army with Coker-Linen 
For You, Fresh! Helium Voice. Running 
on the rocks, falling on the rocks — A Seal 
Is Born! FYN! Boobie. 

Scott Eric Hunnemeyer 

Scott, Goombay, Homo, PW4302 arrived 
from Ca. to learn how to be a professional. 
Instead he learned BOHICA. After an 
easy plebe year Scott mellowed out, but 
was still sentenced to two-man solitary 
confinement. Luckily for him, he was 
rescued by the moron twins (We're not 
twins!). Besides major discoloration of the 
hair and wearing cloths with colors 
unknown to man Scotty seemed to pull 
through nicely. Scott mastered the arts of 
sailboat stripping and U.S. -Canadian rela- 
tions while on cruise, along with taking 
rookie honors in hockey. Scotty's life 
blossomed when he met his sweetheart at 
the Int'l ball, little did he know that it was 
two for the price of one. Scott was also a 
proud econ. major and could often be 
heard voicing his love for the major. This 
along with "honor" meetings and com- 
pany computer projects gave Scotty a try- 
ing senior year. Fortunately, Vermont, 
bud, skiing, and pompadors preserved his 
sanity. Kick A in Pensacola. ED. 


The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 

Philip Edmund Corcoran 

We've had to put up with Phil for four 
years. The first year he rowed crew 
because he needed team tables in the spr- 
ing and because he needed another excuse 
for not studying . . . football was over for 
Phil. The next year found us blessed(?) as 
roommates. Phil (alias Coco) kept things 
pretty interesting. Phil met scores of "the 
coolest" girls, but we knew they would 
never last. The number of them that found 
out that he prefers to sleep nude, we can 
only wonder. Phil had a little run in with 
the Law third class year. Primarily 
because he wanted to show off his boxing 
skills. He spent his community service 
hours picking up mothers of the kids he 
watched at the day care center. Phil took 
some unauthorized liberty 1/c year and 
paid for it in the usual manner . . . Smoke 
Hall. NAFAC and "research" were also 
shifty 1/c adventures. BTK, CSP. 

Eric Brian Dano 

Eric Disco, Dino, Great Dantini, PW4302 
joined us from lovely De-troit along with 
his orange Nova. Eric put in a year at 
NAPS and was an instant hit with his 
company officer. He was a charter 
member of the cliff-exploring team and 
learned that there is poison ivy in winter. 
Eric was also in charge of giving the snow 
a military appearance after snowstorms. 
After plebe year in the club and an ex- 
citing youngster (F) cruise, Eric decided to 
see the nation. In Ca. he demonstrated the 
arts of skiing backwards into trees, playing 
Mario with rental cars, and texturing BOQ 
wallpaper. Who says you can't go left on 
red down a one way street? Skiing led to 
scuba diving and Ft. Lauderdale. Of 
couree, Eric fell for a UNC babe and miss- 
ed out on the wild Canadian women. No, 
S.C. Troopers don't take mastercard. Eric 
was a member of the butter affair in Vt., 
and in Hawaii he learned to be a Hard 
Charger, but I still wish Brooksie were go- 
ing to Quantico! PC. 

Frederick William Dau 

Proudly continuing the Dau Naval Tradi- 
tion, Rick came to the Academy as a firm 
supporter of USNA. This frequently left 
him in unfavorable situations, ranging 
from being the Liquor Commissioner on 
road trips to being voted the "Biggest 
Tool" as a second class. It was always easy 
to tell when Rick was doing homework by 
his pounding on the desk, his kicking at 
the walls, and the puddle of sweat under 
his seat, but at least one of us did it. To 
counter his irascible side, Rick was always 
looking for the perfect mate. The first left 
youngster year, then again second class 
summer, and then a third time second 
class year. Some people just can't take no 
for an answer. Then first class summer 
rolled around and Rick finally discovered 
inebriation after sailing to Bermuda, 
where he also discovered Cindy, who has 
been with him ever since. I wish the best 
of luck to both of them, but please don't 
try to fix me up again. JEV. 

Christopher Thomas Fay 

Chris, you drink too much. All three of you 
do. It never mattered what Chris did as 
long as he looked good doing it. He always 
wanted to be a Navy pilot, figured he had a 
shot at one of the 400 carriers. Plebe year 
... no problems. 3/c year . . . bouncing on 
the supe's bed, Fay vs. URI — URI: 1, Fay: 
0, Sanctus et Puritus. 2/c year Chris won a 
job with the WBAL sports team after the 
Navy-Duke hoops game. First Class year 
he finally got a car so now he can always 
look cool. Finding the correct Bay bridge 
on his late night trips to Philly proved to 
be his biggest problem first class year. A 
two time 21st CO. spotlight awardee, 
Chris enjoyed the generosity of his room- 
mate. Chris, no matter what you do in the 
future, it's good to know that you'll have 
both of us at attention next to you helping 
to explain. Best of luck in flight school, we 
love ya. JJF & CED. 

Alexander Gunther Ihde 

Springing from the dense jungles of 
Timonium, Md., Alex arrived at USNA, 
entering 13th Co. and the Drum & Bugle 
Corps. The scramble made him my room- 
mate for the next two or so years in 21, en- 
joying the youngster rack followed by a 
well-laden 2/c year in which we both learn- 
ed some important lessons. 1/c cruise on a 
Westpac pushed his life toward the service 
of the gold & scarlet. 1/c year we didn't see 
Alex too much, due to Sharon, his 
girlfriend, and OCF. He never really had 
any problems with academics, anyway. He 
would always figure out a way to do 
something in a way which no one else 
would ever dream. In any case, his strong 
relationship with God will help him meet 
any challenge in the future. Press on! 

Brian Todd Kline 

Not much is known of his plebe ex- 
perience: only his existence as a crew jock, 
company commander, and his potential 
for geekdom. Let the record show, Bri's 
biography tells of his aspirations to com- 
mand a nuclear submarine. Our Brian? 
Just shows that Brian drank heavily even 
as a pleber. Yet "the scramble" saved this 
impressionable Wisco-boy. He never 
studied (except crosswords), but "he's a 
KA-genius ... He knows everything." So, 
he's Top-40. Latter years included 
fashionable drunkenness in New York, 
frequent purchases at Fishpaw's, local col- 
lege femmes, and Dylan! Special thanks to 
John & Susan for giving him a place to 
sober up. Brian could not resist the temp- 
tations awaiting him in P-Cola, but he fell 
for the Marine way of life. The USMC 
fooled a good one. Bottoms up! Coco, 

George Aloysius Lipscomb 

George the Conquerer had much better 
luck with the Academy and travelling than 
he did with women. From touring 
Australia, Hawaii, Hong Kong, and the 
Philippines, through Europe and the U.S., 
to being a Battalion Commander and the 
first aviation selectee of the class, George's 
successes were numerous. But his record 
with the fairer sex was less glamorous. 
Youngster year offered numerous young 
prospects, but second class year was a dif- 
ferent story with two bricks and, much to 
my dismay, a last minute Ring Dance date 
with my sister. First class year had quite a 
range of women, from a 32 year-old 
aerobics instructor to Miss ex-'86 who 
wouldn't break it off, but then George 
always did enjoy a challenge. The future 
will undoubtedly hold many challenges for 
him, so as one of his many good friends, I 
wish him the best of luck. JEV. 

William Peter Matthes 

Bill came to Navy from the seafaring town 
of Boston. He got off to a good start plebe 
summer in Mean 15 with Rocko, Fez, and 
Chas, and ended up breakdancin' in the 
streets of Georgetown. 3/C year found him 
on a sub-cruise and masochist habits such 
as his systems major. He arrived in 
Playboy 21 and soon became the terror of 
4th Batt with the reign continuing right 
through 2/C year. 1/C year saw his 
mellower side as he gallivanted across the 
country from San Diego for cruise to 
Houston for the All-Star game, the beach, 
women, and back to USNA for plebe 
detail. Memorable impressions were 
always Opie's fate (lest we forget Army- 
Navy '87) Finally, he sold his soul to Nuke 
Power and laughed all the way to the 
bank. Thanks for the memories, Bill. 
From the Allagash to Boston to Houston, 
I've never had a better friend. TJW. 

The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 


William Arthur McCarthy 

Bill came to us a ski bum from Brandon, 
Vt. When he showed up, we could all tell 
that he was a lifer by the NAVY 1 on the 
plates of his black Corvette. 3/c yr, Bill set 
out to discover the civilian life he left 
behind; Flat tops and leather ties. By 
Geezus! Don't sound like no 'chuck to me! 
Holidays and Birthdays were always a 
welcome with everyone expectantly 
waiting for one of his mother's 
"greetings." GC's main activity on sum- 
mer cruise was expanding his harem from 
Perth to Pearl. Back at school, he could be 
found writing his two-toned letters to the 
girls. Weekends found him in the cockpit 
of his modified Corvette redefining 
"lateral g force." After burning the mid- 
night oil all semester Bill would hit the 
slopes of Colo., Tahoe or Wyoming. After 
8 long semesters, he graduated a Marine 
Eng.; he just wouldn't quit. We have all en- 
joyed Bill's friendship and his trust. We 
will certainly miss him. The small boy 
Navy is getting a good one. MAS. 

Michael Loren Peoples 

The Kent, Ohio boy came with football on 
his mind and no idea of what was to come. 
Football didn't make it because of more 
knee operations than haircuts, but he 
figured the rest out. Mr. Whiteworks, 
Xerox central, a whole period off, This 
man has stars? What's reveille? The Cafe, 
Nati Boh's at Mr. Nicks, Armys' with a 
helpful classmate and a glass of water, 
land speed record in the great car deal, 
launching T's, seeing the babes (dilemma) 
at OSU, golf and pizza at home; the only 
lightweight on the heavyweight team; 
summers with Sandy beaches, champion- 
ship volleyball, and blurry nights and 
beaten wives in Charleston. Once and 
always one of Tau Beta. We made it 
through, all the way. More fun to come. 
Good Luck. 

Christopher Scott Powell 

We first remember Boog from plebe crew 
as the man who didn't know which side to 
put the oar over on. As a youngster and a 
roommate, we started to doubt his clean 
cut image. Just ask him about his 
unauthorized night at the Sup's house and 
where he got the candles. Boog was usually 
up after we had already entered 
dreamland. Whether he was doing 
homework or finishing a marathon letter 
to his ball-and-chain we never knew. After 
freeing himself of this luggage he went on 
a flesh binge at local girl's colleges. His in- 
fatuation with hip, synthetic music was 
the cause of much tension in the room. We 
hope his newly acquired bachelor attitude 
remains through our next couple of years 
at P-cola. Coco, Kliner. 

Mark David Quick 

"Doc," Bubba, Dave came to us from the 
land of wander via 31 co. much more sub- 
dued than his knight; Dave realized early 
that electricity can kill. Thus he became a 
disciple of Andre. Army has always been a 
"trying" time for Dave: 3/c when he met 
Ms W.I. Rose; 2/c when he became an 
elevator repairman? 2/c summer Dave 
found his one true love, Mastercard; Gus' 
and his finances were never the same. Ac 
year arrived with our favorite grappler on 
probation. But he survived to see the West 
Point "neighborhood" and Mr. Ignorance. 
Dave then became a sailor only to hear a 
siren and crash into Charleston which fit 
him to a "T." To a gTeat roommate and 
best friend, good luck to you and "T." See 
ya down south. GLA. 

Jeffrey Howard Taylor 

The All-American boy from Minnesota 
began his naval career in the 4/c run 35th 
Co. Then it was on to the Playboy com- 
pany where he soon set the standard for 
room appearance. When formals en- 
croached on time chasing women, he just 
secured the hatches and kept on sailing. 
2/c year, he became bored with just being 
another all-around athlete and went 
BIONIC. But Jeff, always able to make 
the best out of a bad situation, pushed his 
grades to the stars, and became the best 
LTWT football coach this company has 
seen. Anyway, dancing on one leg got more 
ladies than ever. 1 /c year it became time to 
stop sailing and to pick up a rifle, some 
free time and a trip to Brigades. Through 
it all -Goucher trips, ski trips (CO., VT.), 
Miss Maryland, 6 G's in P-Cola, 6 Form 2 
warnings, Firebirds, and Ocean Engineer- 
ing — the "Coach" or the "Gimp" never 
let the Academy keep him down nor did he 
find time to dislike the Academy. Of 
course, he had the best of friends and 
roommates. EWS. 

Grover Dale Tellez 

I sort of knew Grover at NAPS. Who was 
to say we'd be roommates at the 
Academy? After Plebe year in the "Killer 
Ducks" Company and the '87 scramble, 
Grover found himself in the "Playboy" 
Company. During Youngster year, we 
found we shared similar interests, being 
from the southwest. We decided to room 
together Second Class year. We've had 
some great times over the past two years; 
it's now time to start our careers. You've 
been a great roommate and a true friend. 
Congratulations on making it through 
here! Best of luck to you in the Marine 
Corps, always. Fair winds and following 
seas, amigo. MEB. 

Scott Allen Timm 

Lughead came to USNA a golden boy 
from Ft. Lauderdale to be an officer, soc- 
cer player, and an engineer. Well one out 
of three isn't bad. He got a commission, 
along with an injured knee and a coveted 
spot within the 'brotherhood." Scott has 
always been quiet, but a real go-getter. 
Youngster cruise was surprising when he 
tried to top the 20,000 series pyramid with 
four five-grands. Or maybe the Spring 
Break classic at 4 in the morning — "Mr. 
Timm, we have your car, but Scott's lost." 
Well, buddy, its been great living in a cave 
for four years. Best of luck always, Scott; 
just try not to sleep through SWOS. SDS. 

Jose Luis Trevino 

Hosebag and Heir roommate; the in- 
famous Texan, . are you sure that 
everything that comes from Texas is big? 
Jose came to us with his engine running 
and a knack for dancing — or was it the 
$75? Jose has been the fife of many a dull 
night in Bancroft, D.C., N.Y., or Philly 
with either a blatant tale to tell, or a sar- 
castic remark about someone else. You've 
been an inspiration to some of us, 
although maybe not the cab drivers in 
Philly. S.C. didn't mix too well that night. 
It seems you were an inspiration, at least 
for a night, at the "older crowd" spaghetti 
bash. On the professional side, I've heard 
rumors, but I thought that voluntary in- 
tramurals didn't start until next year. 
Somehow we made it, slim, remember 
Madonna and the cramps and all the good 
times. Flight School will be it. Later days. 


The Brigade: Twenty-First Company 

Robert Adam Sizemore 

Bobbie, Gus, Bubba, Dick! Oss and Mack; 
Wrestling; Little Red Corvette and Darl- 
ing Nicki; Subic youngster cruise; Fat 
Baby's. . .; Army with Coker in the head; 
Carrie; Kit and Paul, your best friends; 
Sunburnt, bald, and drunk in Pensacola; 
football with Coach Lenny; the balloon 
squad at Army; Math with Andre and his 
eyebrows; Robert (Don Shula) Sizemore; 
Carrie at U of M; Pulsar NX; Now off to 
Charleston and the USS Blakely, FYN. 
Dickie Dog. 

Scott Darrel Slater 

Scott, from the first day plebe summer 
you thought you had this place wired and 
all mapped out, considering you lived in 
the yard two years before you became a 
plebe. Then love struck you plebe year 
and. ... 3/c year existed, also a nick name 
from Bones. Especially don't forget the 
good times like Madonna, the cramps, ex- 
plosions Philly, your trios, and medical 
chits. Scott has proved to be a valuable 
asset since he lives in Annapolis. There 
was always a place to escape to on the 
weekends and sometimes during the week. 
Pasadena was a lot of fun. Too bad Ford 
Tempos just can't take a 55 mph crash 
test. Winning the coveted Black "N" 
proved to be easy, although staying in his 
original major wasn't quite the same. 
Scott, I hope you get a LOUD alarm clock 
before flight school. Well, good luck in 
Navy Air and don't make us fish you out 
of the water. SAT, JLT. 

Michael Andrew Stewart 

Mike, ever the world traveler, was born in 
Colombia, lived in Penn, Mex, Vermont, 
and San Diego, with stops at NAPS, San 
Diego St., and NAPS. With a background 
like that we knew that Mike was destined 
for stripes, five as a matter of fact. Too 
bad that they did not let you speak (BS) at 
your board, or you may have received 7 or 
8. That background explains his desire to 
see Europe, but every summer? Rather 
than fly, he sailed to Europe in '86; that 
covered the phone bill. What was the 
reason for the Poly Sci Major, rack, or 
every weekend with Mo? Practically a 
member of the 21st co, Mo was probably 
the first girlfriend to be placed on the Fri- 
day noon meal schedule by food services 
and placed in a duty section. When are you 
going to trade in the wife's (oops) hot little 
Fiat for the 4 door BMW with a baby seat 
and a golden retriever? To the man who 
changed his service selection more often 
than his underwear; you made the right 
choice. WAM. 

Ernest William Swan 

This eager young goose from Santa Cruz 
came seeking adventure and intense com- 
pany. His tie to the Semper Fi would have 
to wait but adventure was "where you 
make it." Whether he was roofing, captur- 
ing negative ions, or burning hairs off 
sleeping friends, Ern never gave us a dull 
moment. This is all because he loved life 
with a passion he felt others should share. 
Yes, Ern Dawg raised some eyebrows but 
he lifted our spirits as well. Despite his 
outward insanity Ern always amazed us 
with his personal side. Poetry, medita- 
tions, ana deep philisophical conversa- 
tions alerted us to his incredible spirituali- 
ty and intellect-the qualities he also 
sought in his friends and women. Of both 
there were many for he never feared to 
love or trust. His energy enables him to do 
anything. But Ern was born to be a 
Marine. Good luck my friend and thanks. 

Thomas Michael Truden 

Thomas, T-Man, Mr. T., Tommy, what 
can you call somebody who doesn't sleep? 
He would certainly give one that impres- 
sion with all his activities. Tom figured 
that the success in getting through the 
Academy was enjoying himself and getting 
first class privileges as soon as possible. 
He did that plebe year by joining the 
debate team and having more weekends 
than the average firstie. Youngster year 
found Tom in a different environment, 
with different challenges ahead of him, 
such as how to destroy the Chemistry lab 
in the most unique manner possible. Later 
he occupied himself with an active role in 
the Navigators and harassment of his 
roommate. 2 Timothy 4:18 will guide Tom 
in the Marine Corps. Good luck! JCW. 

Joseph Eric Videll 

After a stint in Stalag 17, Joe scrambled 
his way to the Playboy Company. Bald 
and fresh from Airborne, Joe was obvious- 
ly looking to be a flying Leatherneck. He 
took pride in all he did, from his mirror- 
like leathers, to his major, to training the 
plebes with his intensity. It always seemed 
that the plebes loved him, visiting for 
comearounds by day and then goat court 
at night. As the consummate party 
animal, Joe was known for his fondness of 
alcohol, music and fine women, thus win- 
ning him the reputation of wildman on the 
dance floor and two bricks back in the 
hall. During his several ski trips to Ver- 
mont, Joe left his mark on the streets of 
Rutland in multiple colors. Joe was so- 
meone you could count on and a great 
friend. He is the good man the Marines 
are looking for. 

Jonathan Derrel Washburn 

Affectionately referred to as "The Tub," 
this Mechanical Engineering major, with 
his subscription of G.Q. in hand (cowboy 
boots and long coat, of course) and the 
wisdom of a reserve CDR, was trans- 
formed from a loyal Auburn fan to the 
weekend wonder. Faster than the 6:30 
mile? Able to leap o-course walls in a 
single bound? Certainly, but "the hook" 
was better known for girl punting, car 
detailing, sweater alterations, balcony 
tricks and green stuff at U. of D., tabs at 
Winston's, car transmissions, pre-tourney 
bus cocktail parties, telling his folks 
everything, instant southern accent, being 
a secret member of the "I love Ohio" club, 
and twice being awarded the Softball gold 
glove for originality. Four years have been 
a trip. Best of luck from one aviator to 
another, remember Y'all — s. MLP. 

John Charles Woughter 

John arrived at Mother B prepared for a 
rigorous plebe year. Jamming oneself into 
a taxi with a dozen classmates 15 minutes 
before taps is no easy task. Tolerating one 
roommate who eats like a cow and another 
that just keeps eating is challenging, too. 
But nothing topped the challenge of fin- 
ding his brother's dormatory spring break 
at Syracuse. John left sweet 16 hoping 
that his new company would be more 
relaxing. These high hopes of leisure soon 
fell through the floor, since he only spent 2 
of 4 semesters living in company area. One 
semester at the Coast Guard Academy 
temporarily brought him nearer to his 
girlfriend, now fiancee, Andrea. We will 
never know all that went on during those 4 
months up north. Because things had still 
not slacked off when he returned, John 
joined the Batt staff. With his last mile 
run and PCR behind, John is now looking 
forward to a career in the Silent Service. 
Good Luck, Buddy. TAB. 

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mm,}- ... JB 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: David Renberg 
Company Sub Commander: Paul Newell 
Company Adjutant: Donald Herndon 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Paul Buck 

Company Sub Commander: Joycelin Robinson 

Company Adjutant: Todd Bolinger 

LT Charlie Meyers 


The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Joycelin Robinson, Jerry Lenaburg, Mike Patten, Charles Baker, David Hagan, Paul Newell, Bob Parker, Carlos 
Suarez, Mary Kelly Row Two: Michael Finch, Robin A. Young, Gary W. Parker, Patrick J. Wade, Paul G. Buck, 
Christopher G. Rapp, Stephen J. Peters, Ernest W. Martin, Charles Lee Schilling, Nancy Springer Row Three: Bradley 
Roberson, Garry Parzych, David Renberg, David Orans, Bill McNeilley, Don Herndon, Phil Bond, Tom Hubbard, Todd Bol- 
inger Not Shown: Harry Schmidt 






The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 



The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 

The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Richard Bryant, Charles 
Cash, Christian Dobleman, Michael 
Tanner, John Feldkamp, David 
Sween, Mark Song, Rob Robinson, 
Terence Emmert Row Two: Hank 
Colburn, Shawn Penrod, Eric Weilen- 
man, Travis Zach, Matt Duddy, Matt 
Baiters, Jonathan Johnson, Anton 
Largiader, Harold Yeldell, John 
McKeon, Wes Summers Row Three: 
Kevin Myers, Gregg Lehocky, Doug 
Schueler, Lawrence Gloss, Mike 
Mahaney, Eric Reinhold, Dave 
Woodbury, Chris Drewello, Eric 
Busko Not Shown: Sean Reid, Mark 
Retzloff, Wesley Summers 


Row One: Craig Wilson, James 
Ehlert, Sean Moriarty, Victoria Sum- 
mers, Carlos Grez, Theodore McColl, 
Mark Lauda, Thad Smith Row Two: 
Michael Tribble, Rolf Verslais, Gret- 
chen Otto, Maria Chapman, Eddie 
Eastman, Adrienne Hegman, Eric 
Cheney, David Gray, James Gameros, 
Emory Anderson, Joe Huffaker, 
Philip Janus, Kristine Davis, 
Margaret Marcantonio Row Three: 
Robert Floyd, Robert Hagan, Patrick 
Hudson, Patrick Bayliss, William 
Pickrel, Alan Petro, Brian Engel, 
Raymond Benedict, Chris Saat, Mark 
Wiggins, Gordon Colton Not Shown: 
Gerald Mathis 

The Class of 

Row One: Jerold Miranda, Adrien 
Sanchez, Robert Hunt, Byron 
Hopkins, Conrado Parker, Scott 
Ward, Kevin Minton, James Midkiff, 
Leland Howell Row Two: Dana 
Emerson, Doug Reckamp, Kent 
Anderson, Michael Moore, Kent 
Churchill, Kevin Hawko, John Gen- 
try, John Downey, Paul Cannon, 
Mark Beatty, Timothy Bush, David 
Bradley, Christopher Nardone Row 
Three: Paul Valesky, Adam 
Lochmann, Antony Falco, Wesley 
Smith, Kirk White, Michael 
Pestorius, Michael Herger, Thomas 
Bruno, Aaron Johnson Not Shown: 
Christopher Culver, Timothy 
Gamache, Joseph Kiefer, James 
Midkiff, Richard Steele, Tarkan 
Yetiser, Dana Emerson 

The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 


Yea Dave! Love Coco! 
Congrats Hagan, 22nd Co. 
Mom, Karen, Maria, Cindi, 
Milli and Bancroft! Los 
Alamos, New Mexico! 

Congratulations to Carlos 
Suarez and 22nd Co. from 
all your family. Our love, 
prayers and pride are 
with you always. 

Good luck C. Lee Schilling 
22 Co. Class of '87. Family. 

Augie ... A ship is safe in 
harbor but that's not what 
ships are made for. Good 
sailing. The Schmidts. 

Congratulations, Don 
Herndon. Proud of Class of 
'87, 22 Co. and you! 
Love, Mom, Dad, Mike. 

To: Mike, Bob, Charlie, 
Dave, Ernie, Harry, John, 
Mike, Pat, Paul, Paul, 
Tim, Tom. Happy Hallo, 
Thanks, Xmas, Val, St Pat, 
Congratulations! Love, 
Mrs. P., PJ, and K. 

Congratulation, Paul! 
+e are very proud of your 
accomplishments at USNA. 
Thanks for sharing them 
with us. Love, Mom and Dad 
Hail 22 and HOTEL 

Congratulations David 
Orans and the Class of '87 
Your family is so proud of 
you and your 

accomplishment. Good luck 
with your career. Love, Mom. 

Congratulations to Class 
of '87. Mary Kelly, you 
did it!!! Walk always in 
his peace and love, 
surrounded by his angels! 
Our prayers and love 
always. Mom, Dad, Kathy, 
John, Steve, Tree. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 


Charles Ross Baker 

The Lord said, "Let there be a mid." And 
there was Chuck and he was good. In his 
quest for the big picture, he always had a 
casual attitude towards his "Code of Con- 
cepts". With only one borrowed black 
uniform, Bakes' style of dress was only 
outclassed by those of the moakes. 
"Sacrificing fashion for comfort," Motion 
was typically not noticeable, until the 
message came: "Laura's on the phone" 
and thus began sessions of mumbles to a 
far off companion. Chuck, never wasting 
energy, always strove to do the minimum. 
He figured some day he'd need an extra 
burst of energy. 

Sitting here at the kitchen table 
under the interrogation 
light a bundle of emotions and fears 
packed with frustration and indecision 
tear stained face cold toes 
soup on my shirt 
and a reason for everything . . . 
but I don't know what it is. LLWB. 

Todd Wesley Bolinger 

Todd joined the 22nd Co after spending 
his plebe year in 13. Bulking up was a first 
priority for 'Bols' after he made the jump 
to heavyweight on the wrestling team his 
youngster year. This was accomplished by 
many hours in the weightroom and even 
more in Steerage and the "2-1 kitchen" 
with Kongo and me. As he consumed 
massive quantities of grilled cheese and 
orange whips, study hour became eating 
hour and Todd became the biggest man in 
the company. Todd's weekends as a se- 
cond class were spent making trips to 
Penn State and Lancaster, along with 
some memorable parties at 'the zone'. 
That was also the year that Todd joined 
the powerlifting team and finished an ex- 
cellent year by becoming co-captain. As a 
firstie, the plurality of his weekends were 
spent with Mary in Alexandria. He 
selected Navy air as his service, and if he's 
as good a pilot as he is a roommate and 
friend then I'm sure he'll be Top Gun. 

Phillip Sawyer Bond 

Phillip is a worldly man who enjoys the 
finer things in life and is not afraid to use 
his Dad's Mastercard to get them. I think 
Phil is the reason they invented the radar 
detector. He thinks 55 is just a suggestion. 
Too bad the state of N.C. did not agree 
with this philosophy when they clocked 
Phil at 100.5 decelerating. This earned 
Phil the title of being the only excon at 
Navy. Bondo is definitely an airdale in a 
SWO's body. Phil has had a lot of fun at 
USNA. Who could forget Pub Night, or 
eating flies and shotgunning bears at 
Mac's cabin or that weekend at my house, 
drinking G&T's by the Jacuzzi. Too bad 
the cops had to break it up. Oh but I 
forgot, alcohol does not affect Phillip 
Bond. But you certainly know how to 
repay a favor. Like the time I was at your 
house and your mom served me up a 
steaming bowl of Botulism. Seriously Phil, 
you have been a good friend and your 
sense of humor is just what the SWOs 
need. DMO. 

Paul Gregory Buck 

Always the selfless person, Paul could 
always be counted on to sacrifice for his 
friends. His tough training schedule re- 
quired that he be well rested, and he took 
this to heart. Academics, a mere triviality 
to the Carnot man, enabled Paul to spend 
countless class hours developing the 
ultimate gambling system and endless 
study hours honing his nerf basketball 
skills. Paul's athletic ability in baseball 
and ice hockey was surpassed only by his 
profit seeking prowess. Bucky always 
believed in the old adage, "it is better to 
give than to receive", especially when ad- 
judicating Form-2s or verbally assaulting 
innocent bystanders. "I'd rather be lucky 
than good," says Bucky, but much to the 
chagrin of his conduct riddled friends, he 
was always both. Good luck, a given. MPP. 

Mary Catherine Kelly 

Mary was full of sunshine, and we could 
always count on her to brighten up a room. 
Mary's everlasting cheerfulness carried 
her through many days of academic pro- 
bation. We're not sure if it was her strong 
faith in God or perseverance or both, but 
she did escape the Axe boards. Stars? 
Amazing. Our motto for first class year 
SMM, SLT. FTD had better get her new 
address. Hot tubs, horses, skiing, home 
eclOl, Julia Childs would be proud, those 
bins will never be the same, Christmas in 
Washington, Quantico with Molly, flying 
over O-courses, running off to Glee Club 
and musicals, trips to Florida and NY, 
mile run a la walkman and lots of fun. 
We'll remember Mary as a happy-go-lucky 
optimist. She won many admirers and in- 
evitably a few broken hearts. Mary is a 
great roomie and a sweet friend. Good luck 
with Intelligence. We always knew you 
were smart. God must love gag gifts. 

Jerry Don Lenaburg 

Jerry found out just how tough Academy 
life could be when he started his naval 
career in Skate 8. He quickly developed an 
undying relationship with a certain sub- 
mariner named Melcher — from one stud 
to another! What fun Jerry had with 
Chuckie, and vice versa. Also, the in- 
famous nickname, "BEAST", originated 
from our plebe company, and is destined 
to follow nim forever. As we entered 22 
together, we tried our lot at EE, but we 
both saw the light before the semester 
ended. With history as his new major and 
Gyro as his roommate, Beast realized his 
true calling was to be an NFO. Hence, 
another nickname, Duece, was created 
that would compliment his pilot, Ace. So 
now it seems that I'll spend another year 
with Beast in P-cola, but that's OK, since 
his charming way of squinting and con- 
stantly asking what's on TV has grown on 
me. And Beast said, "When I come out of 
the ocean at P-cola I want the girls to 
think of Conan."PDN. 

Ernest Walter Martin 

aka: Mug, Hommes, Waldo, Slick. But he 
was most commonly referred to as 
Bulkhead. Walt has definitely been "the 
Brains of the Operation" since the beginn- 
ing of '85. I really appreciated his help in 
keeping me out of the doghouse while 
keeping his own mark at 3.0 or better. 
Driving his Mustang GT's to the limit 
(and sometimes through it!), Hommes has 
successfully avoided becoming an anchor 
announcement. Amidst the high-speed 
adventure, Walt has kept his bombsights 
on a truly terrific lass down in Tampa (a 
short hop from his hometown of 
Gainesville, Florida.) He and Marcy have 
an exciting life together to look forward to 
— if she can keep up while her man lay9 
down the rubber road to freedom! Later, 

William Gordon McNeilley 

Bill came to USNA to major in music. 
Many a night Bancroft vibrated to his 
talented sounds. His abilities captured the 
admiration of his friends, a ribbon in the 
last talent show, and cheers from the 
Dahlgren crowd. His undying fetish for 
keyboards was matched only by his search 
for shotglasses and USPE kitchen uten- 
sils. Who has not known the terror of his 
taco cooker? Bill grew up on a perch in 
Cloud 9 flinging trash cans from 5-4 and 
Franklins on Sunset Blvd. Several 
McNeilleyisms and a Bahamas cruise 
later, Bill found himself in search of a bet- 
ter companion. He's seen fireworks in 
C.S., machine guns in Rome, and pizza 
trucks in Georgetown but will leave happi- 
ly in the arms of a pretty young girl from 
Columbia who "wuvs him furrie much." 
Bill is Norfolk bound and takes with him 
not only the makings of a fine Naval of- 
ficer, but also the thoughts of many. 
Thanks for listening, Bill, you are a good 
friend. DAR. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 

Michael Francis Finch 

Mike came to the USNA from Milwaukee 
with high ambitions, sandals, and two left 
feet. His inability to march compounded 
the terror felt by roommates who watched 
the talons descending from the rack above. 
Tired of impressing friends by peeling 
bananas with his feet and occasionally 
crawling across the hall to make offerings, 
Mike focussed briefly on his studies. A 
Trident Scholar and a member of the 62K 
weekend club, Haj has been referred to as 
the smartest Black N owner at USNA. Haj 
was destined to be a SWO the moment he 
bought the USS Hajmobile, a 95 MPH D- 
type which has since learned its way to 
Hood. There Mike found inebriation, his 
ring, and his wife to be. Mad Dog leaves 
the Academy with many goals met and 
many new ambitions formed. His Nerf 
basketball injuries healed and NL400 
schedule mastered, Mad Dog takes with 
him memories of good times and good 
friends. Thanks for being there. Make it 
count. DAR. 

David Scott Hagan 

Dave, abandoning a real military school, 
came to USNA from the ski slopes of New 
Mexico and led a fitful four years adding 
2+2. Youngster year was full of food and 
not so fine women at his adopted spon- 
sor's house. That is until Maria strolled 
past our 2-0 scope ledge during Herndon 
flashing those incredible eyes. Love at first 
sight, no doubt. Second class summer 
came and we missed the Beach Boys but 
hit the P-Cola beaches — and the bars! 
(Thanks for the help). The summer was 
one run after another, depending on what 
state we were in. Next ac year provided 
trials of friendship, blind dates, and canoe 
races. The ring dance came none too soon 
and we wondered who would get married 
first. First class year boasted of work at 
the Labs and a new Triumph (sorry about 
the vandals). The car memorized the route 
to Delaware by October! Good luck in the 
Air, my friend, and hold onto Maria. See 
you in Gandalara someday. WGM. 

Donald Wayne Herndon 

Don Herndon and why not. Don came to 
22 by way of an ac board and Fun One. 
What can you say about a guy whose 
favorite movie is Excalibur and whose 
musical taste range from Wagner to Iron 
Maiden? Don excelled at sports and led 
the Company Heavy Weights to post- 
season play two years in a row. Don has 
used his academic knowledge of EE to 
turn his desk into a generator and your 
author into a resistor. What fun. Don's 
roommates have included the Sloth and 
Phil youngster year and Vince Gortho se- 
cond class year. That also proved to be the 
semester he met Lisa, his future 4000 
series. And who could forget Ghostbusters 
at his sponsor's house. First class year 
Don found himself back with Phil as one 
of the "Big Guys." Don has also tried to 
pursue anchor man, but this honor will 
slip through his fingers. Don, it's been 
great, though sometimes painful, knowing 
you and P-Cola just wouldn't be the same 
without you. DMO. 

Thomas Richard Hubbard 

Hubbs came to this "college" ready to play 
football as Navy's big, thick, offensive 
guard. Fourth class year, Hubbs, between 
workouts and "free food", found time to 
enjoy comearounds with Miss Webb. 
Youngster year, Hubbs realized he was the 
biggest man in the company. That winter, 
he wore out the tiles between his room and 
Kongo's, following his nose during study 
hour and eating up to 6 grilled cheese a 
night and drinking OJ by the quart. Foot- 
ball dreams ended though as he injured his 
back. Cupid's arrow hit Hubbs second 
class year as he dated several kids. Tom's 
Iron-Duke could find its own way to 
Goucher at year's end. First class year he 
sailed to Puerto Rico and buried his ring 
in the surf. During ac year, Hubbs met his 
dream girl and reprogrammed the Iron- 
Duke to find RMWC. We wish Hubbs the 
best of luck on his ship. Its been fun living 
with you, Tom. The nukes got a good one 
this time. TWB 

Paul Dwight Newell 

Paul was a different breed of man. His 
claim to fame was California. He felt the 
need/the urge to be different in every way. 
His lifestyle was hectic to say the least. 
Most of his weekday nights were used for 
sleeping.taping "King of the musical 
pirates" and philosophical discussions 
about the latest weekend exploits. The 
weekends, the "new" man appeared and 
oh what a surprise he was!! When he felt 
the calling he would wear something uni- 
que to befit his personality. He was con- 
stantly in search of women with high 
mass, low moral fiber, and makeup as 
carefully applied as his own. He had a 
fascination with women and stairs. He 
had an on-going "friendship" with a young 
lady, Donuts, and always waited for that 
0700 wafte-up but it never came. On the 
lighter side, Paul was a guy you could talk 
to and for that I thank him. Take it easy 
or anyway you can get it. RAT. 

David Martin Orans 

The human conductor and the "second 
most popular guy in the company," Ace 
Gyro Orans cruised up from Ft. Lauder- 
dale for four years of countdowns: "That's 
our last Supe's call!" But his optimism and 
sense of humor got to us after a while. On- 
ly Paul and Paul seemed to be free of the 
spell. Dave was a good mid, except in the 
eyes of people with authority. He was 
famous for his rapport with his profs: "Sir, 
any other prof would have given me a B;" 
his rapport with the medical staff:" Sir, 
you're the only doctor that's doing this!;" 
and his rapport with his classmates: "All I 
want from you is a 'Hello, Dave.'" He 
never had trouble with books, and was a 
good swimmer and tennis player; he 
coached batt tennis to a brigade cham- 
pionship. I wonder why he liked non-team 
sports? Dave will make himself a 
memorable addition to the flight com- 
munity. Good luck to a great guy, and 
welcome to the Dago Zone. DWH. 

Gary Wayne Parker 

Speed, women, and academic boards. 
These were the major influences on Gary's 
life at the Naval Academy and all of them 
nearly killed him. Gary naturally had a 
taste for living on the edge of the envelope 
as his grades could attest. Academics forc- 
ed him to the ranks of the Brotherhood, 
where he tied his knot. As far as women 
go, Amy, Joyce, and U. of Maryland were a 
few on a never ending list that kept him 
going at times and almost broke him at 
others. His other love was satisfied by the 
Mustang GT. The only problem was that 
high speed, rain and the N.J. turnpike 
don't get along too well. At least now his 
rocket sleds come with ejection seats. 
Good luck, Gary. We will see you in the 
air. Holmes. 

Robert Charles Parker III 

Excluding his relatives, Bob is one of a 
kind. As a Rodent Scholar, Bob strove for 
mediocrity, especially as a member of the 
Brotherhood. His academics were only 
surpassed by his outstanding conduct 
record-the ring leader of the 62K 
weekenders. What baffled all of us was 
that Bob had this innate talent of knowing 
everyone in the Navy and having played 
every sport imaginable. By others though, 
his name was frequently associated with 
those of small borrowing animal family. 
Rat was by far the easiest guy to get along 
with and just the presence of The Chin 
could make one burst out in laughter. I 
wish him the best in life, and that he gets 
his own trenchcoat to soil. PDN. 

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Garry Edward Parzych 

Garrance did not have a good Plebe Sum- 
mer, first called an upright worm by his 
squad leader and having a 2nd Lt. ascer- 
tain he scored over 1400 on his SAT by 
just looking at him. He took part in the 
Death from Above raid and joined the 
Merit Club. He liquidated my rack by acci- 
dent and passed me over youngster year as 
a roommate on purpose. The bad times in 
our new company forced us to form the 
Room with Chemistry. He showed fine 
leadership second class summer as group 
XO and was rewarded with a cheesing. He 
was pushed to his limits by the Bancroft 
Hall marines and earned a halo from the 
company officer and plebe detail. Army 
saw him in the Philadelphia Story doing 
his imitation of furniture. He and Murray 
went Marine Corps for the running gear 
and wouldn't admit they ever knew me. 
Garry has been the best friend and room- 
mate I could have asked for. The last four 
years have been memorable. BWR. 

Michael Paul Patten 

Bishop Moore's principal described Mike 
as "the worst student body president in 
the high school's history." Not much has 
changed. Mike is very popular with his 
peers, yet does not interact well with 
authority. A LCDR once said that Mike 
reminded him more of a character from 
Animal House than of mid. Not one to 
hide feelings, Mike was the focal point of 
efforts to clean up the company. 
Youngster year gave him his first real 
taste of engineering and no liberty. Thus 
started his caffeine-powered naval career. 
A lot must be said about his antics on 
liberty. Mike never held vertical 
equilibrium among his goals when he 
started an evening. He had an insatiable 
quest for the cheapest bar. His actions 
around females were affected tremendous- 
ly by alcohol. Mike, known and feared by 
area girl's schools, needed his bottle of 
courage to suppress his jellyfish tenden- 
cies. But most of all, Mike kept us all 
laughing. Good luck, you maladroit. PGB. 

Stephen John Peters 

Sloth, our bluebird of happiness, was 
characterized by his calm demeanor, and 
his ability to live on the edge of a plateau. 
Steve was always the one to push the out- 
side of the envelope as long as he had a let- 
ter opener. The sloth commando, a 
Marine Corps selectee, practiced leader- 
ship via stealth. A batt striper second 
semester, I barely realized he moved out of 
the room. However, Steve sometimes 
broke loose, abandoning his lifestyle, and 
went on drinking excursions and has been 
quoted as saying,"My breath stinks 
because my stomach juices have rushed by 
several times," and "I'm sitting on the 
floor because it's closer to the trash can." 
Steve, who will be leaving Mother B for 
Renee and the Marine green, is wished by 
all the best of luck in the future. Steve, 
you'll be a friend for life and I just want to 
say thanks for being such a great listener, 
roommate, and friend. You're the boy! 

Christopher George Rapp 

I met the Spunk in the comfortable, 
sweltering heat of Summer School '84. I 
saw a scrawny, 125 lb. weakling and never 
would have guessed that he would become 
my best friend. You would never think of 
Chris and the Chippendales in the same 
way, yet Rapper is known for his naked 
dances performed on 2-1 and in Green- 
wich Village. Our professionalism shined 
through on our infamous-2.7 room inspec- 
tion youngster year. Chris and I were also 
known for our fits of anger directed 
toward the academic contingent. We made 
it through numerous shower curtain stab- 
bings and Reggie Jackson E.I. sessions on 
our lockers. Youngster year, Chris made 
an intense career decision by choosing 
Batt Boxing for his sport, resulting in 
severe facial disfigurement. What a 
bargain! Well Spunk, we were naturals, 
just like Lenny & Squiggy, Spunk and 
Aug. I hope the air community is ready for 
us because good ole USNA never was our 
style. Hasta baby! HMS. 

Harry Michael Schmidt 

Harry, who came to the Academy from St. 
Louis, is best noted for his high academic 
standards, tact, diplomacy, and friendly, 
understanding demeanor. After being a 
Comp Sci major, constantly working hard 
to become a collegiate All-American soccer 
goalie, two sessions of invited summer 
school, and constant intra-academy girl 
problems, I guess this was understandable. 
These problems also drove Aug to a 
tremendous lack of sobriety. It was during 
some of these drunken escapades that 
Harry and I realized that we played our 
best games of golf in the rain, at two in the 
morning, with a case under each arm. Our 
only real claim to fame while at the 
academy was when we won Color Com- 
pany, and for that we were rewarded with 
standing at attention for two hours, in 
unbearable heat at the color parade, suf- 
fering from D.T.'s. Thanks for being a 
good, dependable friend, Aug. We're 
friends for life. You made this place 
almost fun. CGR. 

Nancy Ann Springer 

En Gorde! Nancy and I first met in the 
Ricketts parking lot as we were trying to 
learn to fence (go Zorro!). I was a timid 
fencer and Nancy beat me. Nancy stands 
5'4" ("I am not short!") and though she is 
3 inches shorter than I am, she is 110% 
determination, which brings her up to 
5'10". That determination pushed her 
through 50 study hours per week as an EE 
major while living with a 10 study hours 
per week English major. She spent many a 
weekend with Lou and Doug in EE lab 
rooms, working on mysterious EE pro- 
blems.I'll never forget the night I got up at 
3:00a.m. to make the trek to the 
bathroom. When I came back I heard 
Nancy snoring on the other side of the 
room. As I made my way to my rack, I saw 
a gray shadow float by. I screamed, it 
screamed back. It was Nancy checking the 
noise she heard at the door. (Nancy is very 
brave.) Go Marine Corps; Fight! JR. 

Carlos Martin Suarez 

Who is this man? Chico. The Keymaster. 
The 'los't'est with the mostest. Not bad for 
a quiet little man arriving from the In- 
diana Hills of the Ohio River Valley with 
high expectations and even the desire to 
be an engineer. 'Los entered a four-year 
wrestling match with the Mech. E Dept. 
somehow surviving the likes of Killer, 
Rocket, and R.A. Smith with enough 
energy to manage the wrestling team for 
two years. With two N stars he also 
managed acquaintances with the op- 
ponents manageress, despite their 
heavyweight, all-America boyfriends. By 
default a ship driver (default of denukes), 
'Los barely escaped the clutches of the 
Corps when Newport offered a better 
chance of getting his PW with a sailboat 
... or at least the latter. His friends in 22 
were very close — sometimes to close for 
comfort, but we laugh about that now. I 
wish 'Los good luck on his quest of the PW 
and a chief that can pronounce his name. 
Vince Gortho. KM o' G. 

Patrick Joesph Wade 

Pat is a classic example of the ail- 
American guy. He entered the Academy 
after excelling in high school, and im- 
mediately picked up right where he left 
off; his actions can be best epitomized by 
"He came, He saw, He was average." Pat 
always professed to live on the edge but in- 
variably found himself skidding over the 
edge into the jaws of disaster. Pat was 
always at his best while on liberty, always 
the sole of tact he often greeted new ac- 
quaintances with the contents of his 
stomach. Pat was constantly attacked by 
uninhibited women and only by virtue of 
his high moral fiber was he able to survive 
the siege. Life in the hall revealed Pat as a 
nocturnal beast, fueled by a steady diet of 
Copenhagen, Energy Sticks, Coffee and 
late night TV. Thanks for all the good 
times PACHUCO, may your cup runneth 
over. Mike et al. P.S. Thank's for all the 
clean underwear. Vincent. 


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David Alexander Renberg 

The Scramble of 87 left 22 with a real 
leader. David led us, well . . . from an 
Eastport showroom ... to a Smoke Hall 
restriction muster. His highly professional 
attitude was envied and cursed, but at 
least his floors were clean. The sufferings 
of CompSci never hindered a little adven- 
turous computing. Will the game ever be 
done? Adventures continued into G-town 
where fish bowls, unfamiliar cars, and 
brunettes made for a perfect birthday. 
Dave really is sorry about the upholstery, 
Don. A strong concept of duty gave David 
the strength to pursue what years of 
Florida and Spring Break had left on his 
mind. The taunt of his Apple and the call 
to air meant nothing when a healthy set of 
curves walked by. His uniform and 
devious smirk won women from New York 
to Tokyo. Well known — even liked — 
from Annapolis to Severna Park to Wake 
Forest to Orlando, searching, wondering, 
will there ever be just one? Good luck, my 
friend. WGM. 

Bradley Wayne Roberson 

"Stein" did nothing plebe summer, so was 
(s)elected Company Commander. He did 
such a good job leading now-famous raids 
and delegating to the 4-3 guys that he was 
Company Commander both semesters. 
The "Death From Above" raid resulted in 
his first ethics lecture. Youngster year saw 
Brad and I go to a company we hated as 
plebes. He was soon to receive Ethics Lec- 
ture 2 for the Hershey Kiss incident. Se- 
cond class year started with the 
"Thoughtful Efficiency" Lecture, followed 
by "Tibbs' Dancing Girls." (Ethics Lec- 
ture 3). But fate had it that "The Room 
with Chemistry" be formed, and Brad read 
about Ethics between restriction musters 
to see if the lectures were true. First class 
year started with the Expedition North 
and Brad's popularity going up when he 
went $ub$. Brad has been a great friend 
and roommate and I wish him the best. 
I'm sorry I liquidated his rack and passed 
him over in the Youngster Roommate 
Draft. GEP. 

Joycelin Robinson 

En Gorde! Joyce and I first met in the 
Ricketts parking lot as we were trying to 
learn to fence. (Go Zorro!) This athletic 
accomplishment was soon followed by the 
yearly (and only yearly) swimming 
workouts, and the "Rain Dance" we per- 
formed at the beginning of second class 
year. Our most memorable time was spent 
on Spring Break in Florida our youngster 
year, courtesy of the BSS and LJM Travel 
Agency (the originators of the phrase, "see 
Florida on $.50 a day"). Not having any 
lights or running water was OK, but our 
daily trips to Wards was embarrassing. We 
spent most of the time in the car as we 
went to Orlando, the Keys, and back to 
Orlando so Joyce could ride Space Moun- 
tain twice. On the way back we were 
awakened one morning as LJM 
screamed,"Oh my God!" Our lives passed 
before our eyes and we were relieved to 
know that we had only squashed an ar- 
madillo. Go Supply Corps; Fight! NAS. 

Charles Lee Schilling 

I first met Charlie the night of I-day when 
our squad leader, "the Tool," sent me in 
search of a black pen. Plebe year found us 
once again in the same squad, and Charlie 
had a stellar semester due to the strong 
leadership and continuous encouragement 
from our "good buddies," Fipp and 
Heather (not to mention the fruit bars!). 
Good times were had by Charlie in Maj. 
Confusion's Chemistry class, but he "hung 
tough" and we both returned Youngster 
year to 22. I have known Charlie now for 
four years, and in that time he has always 
been a true friend and an all-around "good 
guy." Fair winds and following seas, NAS. 
P.S. Sharon has found a nice Teddy Bear. 


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Robin Alane Young 

Robin came to USNA from a town in 
Wisconsin we couldn't pronounce or 
remember. She will be remembered, 
though, for her natural running ability and 
friendly smile. Second class year she began 
biking and excelled except for one little 
spill. Oops! First class cruise was in exotic 
islands most of us will never see — 
Singapore with Michael, Ted and Tom, 
working out and watching the moon. 
Robin, from the midwest, had never seen 
lacrosse, but she grew to love the sport and 
a few of the players. After NAPS detail 
(jump up and do what?), first class year 
was filled with laundry baskets, home 
eclOl, fashion setting hightops, flannel 
PJ's, Christmas in Georgia with Kathy, 
dinner at Capers (beware of Greeks bear- 
ing gifts), her first birthday party (sur- 
prise!), bulk bins and orange eyebrows. 
Robin is a hardworking person and a dear 
friend, and she's gonna make a super pilot. 
Lots of luck. Remember where penicillin 
came from. MCK. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Second Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Michael J. Quinn, Richard J. Chao, Patrick J. Hurley, Mark S. Brown, Joseph P. VanHelden, Philip W. Cobb, 
Paul G. Gosnell, Burt L. Espe, Jim D. Peters Row Two: Mark T. Schreiber, Edward F. Walker, Steven J. Kata, Michael F. 
Radice, Thomas A. Maxfield Row Three: Seth F. Hudgins, Charles M. Kramer, Randy A. Ferguson, Brian C. McCawley, 
Brian M. Shamblin Not Shown: John Hayden, Thomas Henwood, Wallace Moore, James Raymond, Gregory Shinnick, 
Stephan Smith 


The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Mark Brown 
Company Sub Commander: Seth Hudgins 
Company Adjutant: Edward Walker 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Brian McCawley 
Company Sub Commander: Mark Schreiber 
Company Adjutant: Jim Peters 

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The Brigade: 7Yt>enty-17u*rd Company 

The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Gary Formet, Kimberley 
Boyer, Collin Schaffer, John Yan- 
vary, Brian Rathjen, Suzy 
Laufenberg, Diane Wiggins, Doug 
Murphy, John Hartman Row Two: 
Domenick Micillo, David Villarreal, 
Gregory Sauter, Blaine Pennypacker, 
Robert Poellnitz, Leslie Hill, 
Christopher Abbott, Rick Acheson, 
David Rogers Row Three: Bill 
Suggs, Michael Davis, Ron Startzel, 
Mike Coleman, David Lyle, Scott 
Christopher Not Shown: Anastasia 
Kelly, Christopher Kennedy, Frank 
Mays, Claude Richardson, Richard 


Row One: Steve McAlearney, Todd 
Williamson, James Webster, Anthony 
Ahnen, Matthew Tysler, James Arm- 
strong, Matthew Reeves, John Ryan, 
Douglas Rogers Row Two: Joseph 
Malabanan, Hsuan Huang, Edward 
O'Neill, Ernest Greppin, Steven Van- 
ni, John Cunningham, Sean Foley, 
Kevin Claffy, Greg Allen, James Gon- 
salves, Mark Mearig, Bart Taylor, 
John O'Brien, Matthew Tait, Robert 
Wood Row Three: Roland Muse, 
Scott Hurm, Christopher Lung, 
Joseph Mandichak, Duane Carr, 
Robert Forwalder, Calin Evon, 
Richard DeGuzman, Jeffrey Bravo, 
Reno Sprague, Rudy Padre 


Row One: Patrick Hemphill, Eric 
Feagler, Brian Marvin, Harris 
Halverson, Daryl Potter, Philip Gib- 
son, Charles Good, James Thompson, 
Timothy Leonard Row Two: Jeffrey 
Varanini, Katherine Shaw, Matthew 
Matsumura, Nicole Gillespie, Carter 
Honesty, Rebecca Moore, Frederick 
Crabtree, Larry Dickinson, Mark 
Zauel, Lawrence Martin, George 
Hunter, Jeffery Drake, Paul Cocotis, 
Marshall Stukes Row Three: James 
Johnson, Elizabeth Tucker, Richard 
Stacpoole, Michael Shirer, Michael 
McCartney, Mark Winick, Peter 
Hraba, Brian Lunn, William Ander- 
son, Louis Amy Not Shown: 
Michelle Baker, Jeffrey Reeder 

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The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 

To Ensign Mike and Net, 
Congratulations — so proud 
of you two. I'll forever 
love you both — Pop. 

Congratulations Mike 
Quinn, your roommates, 
and all your good friends 
in the Class of '87. With 
great love, pride, and 
admiration, Mom and Dad. 

To Thomas, the 23rd Co., 
and the Class of '87, 
Congratulations; May God 
grant you every success 
in the service of our 
wonderful country. The 
Tom Henwood Family. 

To an officer and a 
gentleman Ensign Joe Van 
Helden. Our love and pride 
are with you. Congratula- 
tions to all in 23rd Co. May 
God always be your co-pilot. 

To Mark Schreiber, "Arise, 
Go Forth and 
Conquer . . ." (Tennyson) 
God bless you always! 
Love, Mom and Dad. 

Paul G. Gosnell '87 — 

Congratulations on 
achievements — you've left 
your mark! Welcome to the 
ringknocker's club. Love, 
Mom, Dad '63 — Capt. 


Dare to be different; 

Dare to succeed; 

so you did. 

We're proud of you! 

SFH, JSH, LTH, and MDH. 

Kikel: CBS called- 
They're hiring in 1992. 
Love, Shell. 

From the best DDG in the 
fleet to the best company 
in the brigade, 23 stands 
head and shoulders! 
Congratulations '87. Now 
skidoo and go get 'em! 

Brian, you have always set 

your goals high and have 

never failed to reach 

them. Congratulations! 

Love and Godspeed, Mom, 


and Kevin. 

Brian will succeed because 
of his innate ability to 
be decisive and make plans 
This despite deviant be- 
haviour in the snow. Jeeps 
forever. Love, your family 

The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 


Mark Steven Brown 

Every once in a while at USNA one meets 
people who possess so much sheer ability 
that they would command success at 
whatever they tackle. Brownie is one of 
those fellas. Rare indeed is the problem he 
can't lick, be it some weird stress analysis 
or home brew recipe changes. Mark has 
continued his impressive record of 
achievement, from swinging Topping, VA, 
to USNA. We have come to expect no less. 
Always driving to improve himself, his trip 
to the Big Sky in the back of a van has 
done wonders to improve his taste in 
clothes, beer, boots, wheels, and open 
spaces — largely through the offices of a 
certain longhair in a Bronco on whom 
Brownie received his initial hick practice. 
With First Class year came Service Selec- 
tion, and Brownie fulfilled his ambition of 
selecting Marine Corps aviation — a goal 
never once in doubt. I can't think of a per- 
son I'd rather have flying missions over 
me. I will remain proud to serve with him. 

Richard Jiawei Chao 

Rich took the long way to the Academy. 
Born in Taiwan, he and his family found 
their way to the States and settled down in 
the Big Apple. However after graduating 
from high school, Rich decided that he 
had enough of the big city and ventured to 
sunny San Diego, in search of the good 
life. But as fate would have it, Rich got in 
the wrong line and ended up in the 
BOOST program and found his way here. 
Rich's Academy career has been very suc- 
cessful. Being a bull major, and the inter- 
national guy he is, Rich left the poli-sci 
department in awe of his fluent Chinese 
and his analytic ability in Far-Eastern 
politics. He also fenced Varsity, until his 
near fatal meeting with the dreaded cargo 
net. But Rich's real claim to fame was his 
ability to create words, words like 'Boofi- 
dog", and 'Fuzzy-hugs', a rare talent at 
best. What else can you say about this in- 
credible guy, except of course . . . good luck 
and stay in touch . . . BLE, WFM, ACD, 
JMB, The Boosters. 

Philip Wayne Cobb 

Cobber came into the world somewhere in 
darkest Africa, then at about age three his 
clan came Stateside to Arab, AL. He 
received an appointment to NAPS, and, 
graduating at the top of his class, Cobber 
was assured his place at USNA. The 
Academy is many things to many people, 
and to Phil it has probably seemed a rag- 
ing sea of insanity. Philip's managed to re- 
tain his sanity against the breaking waves 
of alcoholism and profanity rampant in 
his closer friends. Never one to chastise 
and always there to help, Phil has on 
many occasions lent the leavening 
necessary to keep some ships afloat — du- 
ty driver for his beery friends road- 
tripping to Montana and a steady faith on 
a heartbreaking trip to Omaha being two 
fine examples. Years have passed away, 
the Glee Club songs all sung, the cycle 
completed. Soon Cobber will be out there 
taming the skies and the ground beneath. 
It will be a fine thing for my friend Philip. 

Burt Lann Espe 

Burt is the "boy" from San Diego. Follow- 
ing his two older brothers' footsteps, Burt 
decided to uphold the family tradition by 
attending Annapolis U. While serving as 
president and secretary of the USNA 
AIAA Student Branch, Burt's tenure as 
the ultimate aero-gouge-man was un- 
challenged for three consecutive years. 
Starting second semester of his youngster 
year, Burt launched a "perpetual struggle" 
against his everlasting belly. But just to 

grove his athletic ability, Burt led the 4th 
attalion racketball team to win the 
Brigade championship. In his first class 
year, the youngest Espe vowed to outdo 
his two brothers by investing his money in 
a RX-7 rather than paying for a wife. May 
Burt's ambition to become a millionaire 
come true because he promised each of his 
roommates, Rich and Wallace, a new 
Mercedes-Benz and a Corvette respective- 
ly. It was nice knowing Burt; hope he 
makes it big out in the real world. 

Seth Foster Hudgins 

There are three kinds of people in the 
world. There are some who say the world 
is flat. There are some who say the world 
is round. And then there is Seth, who says 
the world is what you make of it. Seth has 
been making the world in his own image 
since the day of his birth, a day probably 
shadowed by clouds of great portent. For 
starters, Seth began at a disadvantage; he 
is an Army brat. In spite of that in- 
auspicious beginning, Seth attacked the 
world with a characteristic vigor that has 
stood him in good stead. A success in high 
school, graduating at the top of his class 
with two varsity letters, Seth dreamed of 
screaming jets and dawn launches. Almost 
by Fate, Seth found his way into USNA. 
Like everyone, he's had his good days and 
bad, but he has never once wavered in his 
dedication. Men such as he command 
respect. I am happy to know that a little 
part of me will be with him when he 
catapults gloriously into the rising dawn. 

Patrick James Hurley 

Pat came to us from Longmeadow, MA. 
Being a hard line Democrat, we knew he 
would be trouble from the word go, and he 
didn't disappoint us. He began his Naval 
Academy career with three simple goals in 
mind, "Wine, Women and Wings." His 
dedication to Navy Air was also prevalent 
by his denouncing anyone being attached 
to a female. In his opinion, "Any guy with 
a girl at this stage of the game is destined 
for P-3s." Two months later, Pat found 
himself in love and engaged to a very 
special girl, Cindy. You know what they 
say Pat, "Hood girls are good girls." 
Seriously though, Pat has always been so- 
meone whom people can go to if in a spot. 
I know that with his dedication and moral 
courage he will get his F-18 squadron com- 
mand with ease. Pat has always maintain- 
ed his principles and has never com- 
promised himself. I respect him as a friend 
and a future officer. "He can be my 
Wingman anytime." JWC. 

Steven Joseph Kata 

Steve comes to the Naval Academy from 
Connecticut — or was it Hungary? He's 
always been recognized as very generous; 
in fact, the 'Dant often sent the OOD 
down just to thank Steve for sharing his 
music with T-court. 2/c Year he became a 
compact disk junkie, "investing" hundreds 
from Tchaikovsky to Yngwie, U2 to Iron 
Maiden. After four years of intramural 
soccer, Steve finally got his first command 
position (Two and how many, coach?) 
Steve is a distinguished member of the 
Weems Creek Men's Club (or was that a 
weekly sports car convention?) He drives 
a highly over-powered Mustang, but 
manages to keep it on the road — even 
with the wheels on backwards! Steve's 
dream is to fly, and if anyone deserves F- 
14s, he's the one — if for no other reason 
than to get him off our streets! A better 
friend I've never known, and whenever I 
hear a Navy jet scream by, I'll be forced to 
remember Steve and those crazy days at 
the Boat School. JSH. 

Charles Mallan Kramer 

We're not sure why he's called Jack, but he 
has been ever since he's been in 23rd com- 
pany — which is forever, of course. Chuck, 
from Hickory, N.C., was the perfect mid- 
shipman — until he met the rest of the 
siblings. He went downhill fast: the cor- 
ruption of Youngster year . . . weeknight 
roadtrips to Springfield (could this have 
had anything to do with his Academic 
Board?). He finally resolved his question 
of whether or not to remain at USNA, and 
came back with a vengeance — staying for 
an entire year straight — from Christmas 
1984 to Christmas 1985. Roadtrips to 
Chapel Hill, a flight to Tallahassee to see 
Lea, and Plebe detail. Putting 2000 miles 
on a borrowed 300ZX one summer . . . the 
Monster Jet ta . . . using his sister to break 
the rules . . . late night swims during plebe 
detail . . . late night study club . . . Beatles 
trivia . . . fulfilling childhood dreams with 
a slot car set ... HRC conference at 
USMA . . . snow commandos! RAF & 


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Randy Allen Ferguson 

Randy hails from Advance, N.C. 
Quintessential Randy logic — 2nd 
semester youngster year, Randy had the 
highest SQPR in the room while at the 
same time holding the dubious honor of 
being the class anchor man. How could he 
study with so many other things on his 
agenda: mud sliding, sledding in the snow, 
capturing Ninjas, laundry cart racing, and 
of course, biking — which took most of 
Randy's time. Because the various 
academic semesters did not provide Ran- 
dy with enough opportunity to excel, he 
embarked on a career of summer enhance- 
ment programs. It was summer school 
that inspired Randy to buy a TR-6. 
Always ready for some kind of excitement, 
Randy never let the regulations inhibit a 
good time. One thing is for sure, he would 
always help others, no matter what the in- 
convenience; Roundhead was always there 
for his bike recruits. One last thought . . . 
counter-clockwise — definitely counter- 
clockwise. CMK & BCM. 

Paul Gregory Gosnell 

If ever there were a person who deserved 
his diploma more than Paul, no one knows 
whom he could be. Goose has managed to 
stay in his major, computers, by virtue of 
sheer hard work — which describes many 
of the things he's begun in his life. Born to 
an active duty naval officer, the first part 
of Goose's life was spent skipping around. 
His clan eventually came to roost in Wilm- 
ington, DE, and it was there that Paul got 
involved in numerous high school ECAs, 
including founding the first coed 
cheerleading squad in his school. Goose 
came to USNA a worldly person in many 
respects, and his stint here has added im- 
measurably — cheerful people are like 
that. Perhaps that is what has given Paul 
the will to continue in cheerleading 
against criticism; strength of character. In 
any event, Goosehead selected Green 
Machine aviation in which to serve, and it 
will be my pleasure to serve with him. 

John Stuart Hayden 

I first met Stuart (a.k.a. John, Kirk, & 
"Stu-Be-Wan") after Youngster Cruise. I 
still don't believe all those stories, yet 
some of his pictures just can't be denied. 
(Wow! You could shoot a line of bearing 
off of those . . . ) Navy Air just wasn't Stu's 
destiny, but he was still one of our first 
classmates to become a private fighter 
pilot. Remember the Falcon Roast? the 
unlit sailboat? How many hours of VTNA 
did you finally get? As his roommate, I 
was the convenient recipient of this 
Southerner's many attacks on drill. Stu 
kept busy over the years with fencing 
("Hack n' Slash"), rugby (is your name 
still printed on your back?), flying, and 
Tae Kwon Do (did that tree break too, or 
just your foot?) — If it was drill exempt, 
all the better! Stuart is now destined for 
nuke school and the depths of the sea. I 
wish my friend the best of luck throughout 
this career and advise Ivan and his 
brown-water buddies to steer clear! SJK. 

Thomas Aloysius Henwood 

Tom's great nemesis was 
A. A. A. (Automobiles, Arabs, Fire water). 
His penchant for destroying automobiles 
was only surpassed by his inability to find 
his car the next morning. We'll miss you at 
Woodies as will the Tree of Woe. Tom, 
what uniform should we wear to an Air 
Force wedding? Nautilus, Tommy's Total 
Body Workout. Who would believe your 
bench: 290 lbs!! Wild Blue Yonder beware 
because here comes the one and only 
Aloysius! Aloysius? Ciao, Skippy! DOG. 

Thomas Alexander Maxfield 

Barn came by way of Arnold, Md, a trek of 
about four miles if you take the long road. 
He started plebe year in Third Company 
but spent most of his time at the tiller of a 
420 dinghy. He also marched a few tours 
for adding color to a sheet poster. At the 
beginning of youngster year Barney 
entered 23rd in true fashion. At the four 
week mark he realized statics was too easy 
and he had to find a harder major. 
Oceanography seemed to be just the thing. 
Second class year he moved in with me 
and everything was great until he found 
himself switching into the ology major. He 
couldn't find a true challenge. Barn also 
realized that homework wasn't the only 
evening activity. Who ever said only five 
year olds can have fun in the mud. He 
managed to SLIDE through second class 
year and found himself a firstie. While 
earning his fourth letter he almost earned 
his fifth along with a matching gold 
sweater. Barn had the full Naval Academy 

The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 


Brian Cronin McCawley 

First, how did a ten year old get trapped 
inside a twenty-one year old NFO's wide 
head, and second, how did that ten year 
old get a 4.0 2/c year? We may never 
know, except by asking Nathalie (after all, 
they are just alike). The company's unof- 
ficial sledding champion, both on mud and 
snow, Brian showed us his true abilities by 
being our Company Commander second 
set. Whether in a jeep heading for Chapel 
Hill (or at least trying), or just trying every 
conceivable way to avoid writing a paper 
(and he showed us quite a few), Brian pro- 
ved that his ends did justify his means. 
Brian's tireless energy and enthusiasm 
were always welcome in the room of the 
heads (wide, round, and dumb), and his 
optimism was infectious to say the least. 
However, he needs to find a better way to 
get dates than separating his shoulder. 
Finally, Brian's knowledge of completely 
ridiculous jingles was unsurpassed in the 
brigade. CMK & RAF. 

Wallace Frank Moore 

Wallace is the type of guy who believes in 
working hard and playing hard. But when 
he came to the Academy he found himself 
working more than playing. As a 
youngster, the name Wallace was 
synonymous with the word library, but as 
fate would have it, he wised up and pur- 
sued an academic schedule which was 
more conducive to weekends. But what did 
Wally do with his weekends? Occasionally 
you might find him cruising in his OPEL 
GT, but more than likely you probably 
would find him under the hood. He cruised 
everywhere from Goucher to RSVP, from 
Howard to Hampton each with their 
special memories. However, Wally did pay 
his dues, not only did he do detail, but he 
ended up as Batt Ops for a semester, and 
Varsity Track Captain for the entire year. 
But Wally's most notable characteristic 
was his devotion to his work and especial- 
ly to his pals BLE, JMB, RJC, AWH, 
Trip, Mr.PEANUT, SS, Varsity Track 
team including BUDDA. 

James David Peters 

Jim Peters came to USNA from 
Woodeville, Mass. and was rudely awaken- 
ed to a rigorous Plebe Year. Having suc- 
cessfully navigated the perils of Sweet 16, 
Jim came to 23 and, like the rest of us, 
thought he'd been here all his life. We 
(Mike and I) quickly realized the priceless 
commodity of having Jim in charge of 
room protocol. As Tact and Diplomacy 
Officer, he was tasked with keeping 
visitors to a minimum (a job he excelled 
in). Perhaps my fondest memory of Bones 
to date is the time he tried to kill me with 
a bag of pistachios. I woke up just in time 
to find him pinning a note to me and pack- 
ing his bags for home. Jimbo always prid- 
ed himself on personal conquests and 
never failed to relate his experiences to us 
so that we too could share his triumphs. 
To this day, a world series has never been 
quite the same. Jimbo always wanted to 
fly and now he will get his chance. Jimbo 
is just what the Navy needs. Mike Q. 

Michael Joseph Quinn 

The Quinnster was loved by the company 
for his kind and forgiving character. Never 
one to ridicule or criticize, Mike always 
had an understanding word for all. A pro- 
bable career man, Mike is anxious to hit 
the fleet and chose the fastest way possible 
to get there: Surface Nuke. First Orlando 
then Idaho then Newport then, before you 
know it, Charleston. Mike, a private pilot, 
surprised the company by not choosing 
Navy Air. Perhaps for "Paper Bladder" 
the facilities were not sufficient for his 
needs. Along those lines, it reminds me of 
how big a fan of Mexican Meal Mike was. 
Especially 4-6 hours after lunch when he 
was particularly generous in reveling and 
sharing. I think the Hecht Co. is glad that 
Mike is leaving the Maryland area soon — 
plumbing problems, you know. We all wish 
Mike the best of luck and we know that his 
success is a given. Mike R. 

Gregory Daniel Shinnick 

"Nobody *&%#s with the Shindog!" Such 
is the philosophy our beloved Dog 
established for himself junior year in Ft. 
Lauderdale. Never one to do anything that 
he could have someone else do for him, 
Greg endeared himself to his two room- 
mates who spent many an hour cleaning 
up after him. It's a dog's life and our Dog 
spent a good portion of his Academy life in 
bed catching up on sleep or recovering 
from extracurricular excursions. He never 
let his education get between him and 
J.C.'s comforter. Beware of the Dog! He's 
loose and on his way to Navy Air. TAH. 

Stephan Michael Smith 

Nickname: Smitty. Crime: Ignorance of 
what life at a military institution encom- 
passed. Sentence: 4 years at the Bancroft 
Federal Penitentiary (hard labor). Present 
status: Released on 20MAY1987 to enroll 
in the work-release program in Pensacola, 
Florida as a naval flight officer for 5 years 
subsequent his successful graduation of 
the program. Final comment noted at his 
parole board: I was "just puttin' in time." 

Joseph Paul Van Helden 

Big Joe came to us from the wild skies of 
Montana, and in his heart he's never really 
left. A counter-of-days since 1-Day, Joe 
has been a bright, if little, spot in our lives 
— provided the days-till-next-leave were 
less than, say, two. Joe has independence 
and pragmatism that is formidable; in 
high school, he was a leader, a student, 
and a fighter. Since coming to USNA, Big 
Joe has had it tough at times, but he's 
always come out smiling — and swinging 
(I reflect here on the demise of a van wing 
window somewhere in Indiana). Finding 
that computer geeking was not for him, he 
switched to math geeking and has gotten 
along well enough to devote time to his 
empirical study of beer brewing. He stands 
now a veteran of a thousand bull sessions. 
Surviving a last-minute block by Medical, 
Big Joe has fulfilled his ambition of a shot 
at the wings of gold I'll see him one day 
again in the wild skies over Montana, I'm 
sure. James. 

Edward Fyfe Walker 


The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 

Michael Frank Radice 

Mike was born in Lawrenceville, N.J. on 3 
July 1965. There Mike had his first ex- 
posure to the naval service, sailing 
newspaper boats on the lake near his 
home. From these early triumphs in naval 
warfare, and by reading the business sec- 
tion of his fleet, Mike chose to become an 
Economics Major at the Naval Academy. 
With the virtue of frugality deeply ingrain- 
ed by his early ship building experiences, 
Mike applied this concept to all his under- 
takings. During his four years here, he col- 
lected (at no cost) alpha-coded uniforms 
spanning a decade. These same skills pro- 
ved valuable to 23rd Company when Mike 
was able to increase our standard of living 
and decrease our grades with the first big- 
screen TV in the Brigade. An entry on 
Mike's resume should also include the 
1985 Army party which was probably one 
of his greatest triumphs. Beware, if we 
don't see Mike in the fleet 20 years from 
now, he'll be offering a great deal on car- 
riers. Jim P. 

James William Raymond 

Within a bog in crazy ways swam eternally 
mixing among the tree roots, thick and 
tangled with canopy dark a little questing 
raft of volitionless weeds, caught ever- 
under and over-nearly: about 
VOI CH'INTRATE* - Grey and green, 
the World without unseen: the Grand 
Tour ungranded; blood and sweat and 
tears: a neverending Age of Darkness, 
spoiling insidiously intrinsic idealism. — 
Then for a timeless time we seeming speak 
at ease; but, know. — Drudge and drudge 
about; the sounding drains of pounding 
brains, clutching: candles double-lit, the 
gleaming light inversely co-conspiritous 
with faith, favor, flailing arms. — Arms, 
arms, arms in a wondrous changing clang- 
ing world. Clasping arms; unclasping: 
despair, despair. Haunting, glowing light 
of arms approaching: not swiftly enough, 
stiffly, tricksly. But there; amen. Coast. 

Mark Timothy Schreiber 

Born in sunny California, educated in 
same, nine years with the Boy Scouts and 
a rousing success at same, now an institu- 
tion at an Institution. The words 
somehow fail to describe the man. 
Schreibs is one of those fellas that does 
well at whatever he puts his mind to. Col- 
lecting knowledge is his forte, and he 
possesses the wisdom to make knowledge 
work for him — a point often missed in 
our age. We say that if one wishes to know 
something, one can simplify things greatly 
by asking Mark — in the rare case that he 
doesn't know offhand, he can find out im- 
mediately — usually through infallible 
logic. As with other things, Schreib's stint 
at USNA has been a success. He's kept his 
computer major easily, stuck through the 
tough times with the bike team, and pick- 
ed the deep-sea service as he yearned to 
do. I prophesize that he will retain both 
his drive and his idealism, and that he will 
always be putting both to excellent use — 
as usual. James. 

Brian Michel Shamblin 

Born in 1962, Brian came to us from the 
Volunteer State with a quiet, relaxed Ten- 
nessee personality that USNA has yet to 
alter. Once past the quiet exterior, one 
finds an individual with a quick mind, 
quiet wit, single-minded pursuit of his 
goals, competitive spirit, love of adven- 
ture, and an expert at using leisure time. 
After a short year-and-a-half stint as a 
student of nuclear engineering at U of T, 
Ramblin reported in with the rest of us in 
'83. He quickly set his sights on the dual 
goal of crew and academics, proving 
himself a capable athlete and chemist. 
After 2 years of crew, Brian changed direc- 
tion and started pursuing his interests in 
fast cars and fast bikes. First class sum- 
mer was spent educating the academicians 
at Los Alamos in Midshipman 
Capabilities. From those of us who have 
shared his friendship and hobbies he 
receives wishes for the best of luck as he 
departs for the Submarine Service. 



The Brigade: Twenty-Third Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: John Baldwin, Janet Walters, Diana Farraday, Adrienne Marks, Suzanne Brown, Steve Ryan, Steve Locke, Tim 
Slough, Charles Wirth Row Two: Sheldon S. Jo, David A. Welch, Gary C. Kirkland, Patrick M. Ahearn, Paul G. Curran, 
Ronald J. Vauk, William 0. Angeloni, Rayome F. Soupiset, Darin W. Ashley, Rudy J. Crespin Row Three: Samuel James 
King, Geoffrey A. Hoffer, John L. Spitzer, James A. Schreiber, Gabriel E. Gomez, Craig P.R. Perri, Stephen F. Giannone, 
Harry W. Benson 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 

LT Joe Rogers 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Sheldon Jo 
Company Sub Commander: Harry Benson 
Company Adjutant: Adrienne Marks 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Rayome Soupiset 
Company Sub Commander: John Spitzer 
Company Adjutant: Ronald Vauk 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 


The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Dana Cook, Fred Malek, 
Alan Androski, Juan Rivera, Bob 
Bello, Schuyler Sweet, Pete Yan- 
nakakis, Kent Muilenburg, Hank 
Price Row Two: Joe Franson, 
Charles Bailley, Kevin Whearty, An- 
drew Wannamaker, Mark Damisch, 
John Kropcho, Dale Kelly, Bob 
Pescatore Row Three: Joseph 
Lyons, Douglas Jones, Paul Simpson, 
Jack Salyers, Dave Valadez, Jeff 
Palmer, Joe Barton, Tom Buehner, 
Pierre Kennedy Not Shown: Gregg 
Martin, Thomas Temple, Tim 


Row One: Michael Scarry, Charles 
Rust, Thomas White, Mark Overbey, 
Michael Kolster, Vincent Pagano, 
Erin Zellers, Charles Gruver, Stephen 
Newell Row Two: Ann Hollenbeck, 
Steve Mosier, Monica Holland, 
Elizabeth Meneeley, Jonathan 
Shemwell, Anthony Blankenship, 
Michael McGettigan, Michael Cor- 
nell, Ed McGovern, David Roberts, 
Edward Tornberg, Stephen Burnett, 
Kathleen Monaghan, Ana Sampson 
Row Three: Arthur Lyman, John 
McGrew, Philip Colborn, Chris 
Walton, Kevin Kim, David Michael, 
Richard Frey, Gevan Reeves, Steve 
McCormick, Not Shown: Michelle 


Row One: Kellog Sharp, Matthew 
Polk, James Cartwright, Jason Rezac, 
Glenn Young, Pablo Rodriguez, 
Michael Polidoro, Andrew Leung, 
Anthony Anglin Row Two: Michael 
Vernazza, James Monaco, Patrick 
Walker, Timothy Henderson, Frank 
Redd, William Heatherman, Randall 
Banks, John Choi, Bryan Wright, 
John Sembrat, Kevin Jauch, Brian 
Gray, Troy Miller, John McGrath, 
Craige Thompson Row Three: 
Bruce Oistad, Gerald Highberger, 
James Lawless, Thomas Callender, 
Matthew Woods, Adam Vanderbunt, 
Michael Coonan, Edward Haynes, 
Michael Harmon, Michael Peterson, 
Robert Personale, William Wright 
Not Shown: Jeffrey Grimes 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 


Jimmy Great going. We 
knew you could do it!!! Mom, 
Dad Mary Ellen Tricia 
Spunky Puffy. 

Congratulations Paul 
Curran 24th Co. We know 
how hard you worked for 
this day. May you continue 
to be blessed in all you 
do. Wear your gold bars 
proudly. Love, Mom, Dad, 
James, Celeste and Laura. 

With much love, admiration 
and pride, we congratulate 
Ensign John M. Balwin IV 
God bless you now and in 
the future. Love, Dad, Mom, 
Neal, Christy, and Geny. 

To Gary Kirkland 
There's no traffic jam when 
you go the extra mile. Go for 
it. Dad and Carolyn. 

Dreams — Invitations from 
God to spread your wings, 
to attempt new heights. 
We are very proud of you 
and love you very much. 
God Bless-Lynzy & Dehover 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 


Patrick Michael Ahearn 

In his everlasting effort to keep from get- 
ting a job (sorry. Dad, even the Times 
Square message didn't work), Pat came to 
the Naval Academy. Plebe year was a 
tremendous pain until Patches discovered 
sailing- and it has been downhill since. 
Patch joined 24 as a 3/c and was quickly 
welcomed by his roomies who were just 
like him. They got in bed at 10:30 with a 
sailing book and the lights were out by 
11:00. The Patcher recovered from the 
crushing loss of Roger's ID card as he went 
strong into 2/c year. 2/c year meant the 
addition of Pat's better half, LBC. Bet- 
ween sailing and Lee, Patches became a 
scarcity around 24 on weekends. 1/c year 
we began to notice the uncanny disap- 
pearance of Pat's uniforms only to see Lee 
wearing them the next weekend. Good 
thing for Pat the rest didn't have sequins 
on them. With the addition of Ron and the 
Dooda club, Patches enjoyed RTP throw- 
ing, model destruction, pyromania, and 
being a GW to his roommates. The fellas. 

William David Angeloni 

Bill that crazy Californian, entered the 
power shed of 32, leaving the wild parties 
and women behind. The firebreathing was 
more than anyone would bargain for. Mad 
Dog and the rest couldn't break down this 
dude, and no one could forget his sense of 
humor. 3/c year the Hard Core Company 
adopted him, and Bill battled the rigors of 
being an Aero major. Hard work paid off, 
and he spent a semester frolicking at 
USAFA. The Zoomies showed him a great 
time, especially during Air Farce week; 
skiing at every opportunity, soaring, and a 
lot of partying. 1/c year Bill was chosen as 
a member of the Honor Committee. 
Weeknight libs all year? The Ram's Head 
received half our paychecks discussing 
1,000,001 things. Bill's dream of flying was 
cut short, but the CEC is going to love 
him. Advice: Bill & Steve, buy stock in 
MCI for the phone in your room! Bill 
(Dude-Man), I know success will follow 
you always. I've had a blast growing old 
with you! Let's keep in touch. Theo, SFG. 

Darin Walker Ashley 

Darin (Smasher, Bullet) stormed in from 
Indiana, driven and intense. He once 
quoted Stockdale futilely trying to coerce 
his classmates into a real Army Week with 
5000's — sorry, Smash. Disenlightenment 
lasted all academy days. Third class year 
saw "the room," with Sluff, Slope, and 
Spitz. Content abounded especially in 
academics. As a physicist Bullet liked pro- 
jectiles, but only understood flying books. 
Bullet found true love and the gang's 
haven at the J's. Surprise changes in ma- 
jors, roommates, loves, and alcohol began 
his mellowing. Second class year saw the 
gang, 20 valves, and the ring dance. 
Marine aspirations gave Bullet short hair 
and a home. Bones and Bullet planned the 
great U.S. perimeter, then a trip to 
California and a "find your way back 
alone!" due to the comraderie the way 
west. First class year brought peace, hap- 
piness, and adventures at The Zoo. SSJ. 

John Milton Baldwin 

John, son of a submariner, hailed from the 
Tidewater area. VA Beach was always 
close, but it got even closer when John got 
his T-bird 2/c year. Then there were more 
frequent trips home to the family and 
Geny. Ah, yes — Geny. When the JMB 
package arrived at Navy, the fiance was 
already included. He waited until 1/c year 
to ask her, but who ever doubted? No one 
could accuse John of blowing off school. 
Walking into his room, one was con- 
fronted by a wall of green graph paper 
from some monster Aero project. John 
burned a lot of midnight oil — and in- 
cense, too. He took school in stride, 
though, and always had time for those who 
wanted to talk. Johnny thought hard 
about service selection — especially NFO. 
But in the end, family tradition won out. 
They're getting a good man. Keep smiling, 
John, and keep the faith. DAW. 

Diana Lynn Farraday 

Lady Di's plebe year was nothing less than 
culture-shock. She "didn't know her 
rates," had academic troubles (to the nth 
degree), and many consultations with her 
favorite second class. Her only solace was 
found in athletics: volleyball and track. 
Third class year was not much better, 
more counselling sessions, a "wild" — and, 
for two of our classmates, expensive — 
spring break, but better grades. Second 
class year, Diana enjoyed vacation in 
Dover, a heartbreaking Army, an intra- 
company relationship, and an assault on a 
killer whale. First class year was truly 
Diana's triumph, (excluding the PCR), 
All-American volleyball captain, "patron 
of the year" at Hardee's, and a loyal string 
of followers at Fran's and Riordan's. Good 
luck Diana, you've been the best of 
friends. LLL. 

Stephen Francis Giannone 

The only way USNA could be a better 
place is for it to be located in New York. 
This philosophy of Steve's explained why 
he made so many Mad Max road trips to 
Long Island on WE's. Having The Groper 
as a roommate certainly did wonders for 
Steve's social tendencies and study habits, 
but Guy was really like Steve's big brother. 
And having Bill as a roommate has taught 
Steve about the finer things in life — 
money, investments, California, money — 
now, if only the credit card police would 
stop chasing him . . . Steve has a certain 
frankness regarding women that only a 
"Moonlighting"-or "Cheers"-filled war- 
droom can appreciate. Restriction has 
taken its toll on Steve's WEs, but he still 
loves Buckwheat. Steve did well and found 
the world of Poly Sci to be his forte — 
where else could he get a degree in building 
a good argument? Steve will take his many 
varied talents/interests into the Supply 
Corps where an MBA from Harvard is his 

Gabriel Eduardo Gomez 

Our favorite cocky coffee bean slid in from 
Yakima, Wash. Misguided but well mean- 
ing, this Systems E played varsity tennis 
and wore stars, until he got in with G-gang 
and started having fun. Bubba slick 
brought his own newspeak to USNA. 
"What's up homeboy?" and "Homeslice" 
still echo in the hall. He was very 
photogenic. The Dant happened to see the 
Capital's front page photo of slick and 
chick (who lived down the hall) in civies in 
town. Whatever happened to the library or 
tennis center? Heavy bracelets (of the 
police type) and sharing is what Hood was 
all about. 2/c year and Goucher was better 
for Slick, who rarely stayed in the same 
room twice. Mysterious notes, jealous 
women, and his own mind games got slick 
banned from Lewis Zoo for life. He took 
up with Bonz' sis (for the $10) and became 
hooked. 1/c year doing the circuit, P-cola 
called and a job awaits flying — in Colum- 
bian cargo. The miles may separate us, but 
where there is one, there are we all. CW. 

Geoffrey Alvin Hof fer 

Geoff, upon arrival at USNA, was instant- 
ly transformed from an Edgewood Horn- 
dog to "NEANDERHOFF." He really 
stood out plebe summer, with his 
forehead, incredible stink, and snoring. 
Brownies in bed. Youngster summer's trip 
to CA proved to be stinky for Alvin again 
but TJ saved the day. Fizz-poppers. Con- 
sult Hoff s restriction card for youngster 
year, if he wasn't there he was probably 
geeking somewhere with K.A. Second 
class summer is full of great memories. 
Cat, Stripe, Hardin, but most of all when 
Geoff earned his silver surfer image with 
his savage tan and Buddha physique. 
Hoff s alter ego, Yuri Nader, reared his ug- 
ly Ml' head 2/c year at St. Mary's and U 
Penn all in the same weekend. About this 
time, Hoff made the right choice between 
chicks and sticks (lax), choosing chicks of 
course. And we'll never forget Carlie, LBI, 
Schaeffer's (both), ski trips, etc. And the 
future? You know we love you. Bett-N- 
Joe's . . . "apart we're" . . . 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 

Harry Warner Benson 

Knowing Hairball, you'd never guess that 
deep down his goal has always been to be 
the finest nuclear submariner. Following a 
rough (near fatal) plebe year, he met new 
roommates (Geoff and Sam) who 
motivated him to finally show his outstan- 
ding math abilities. How else would he 
have gotten Company Sub-commander — 
his grades jumped from a 1.6 to a 3.4 
youngster year? Too bad he won't 
remember his roommates a month after 
graduation. When not pursuing his true 
love, math, Harry excels on the soccer 
field and sometimes the squash court 
(when playing Geoff). Otherwise he would 
rather be a couch potato, hanging around 
listening to archaic music and dreaming of 
Karen. Finally, upon graduation, this wild 
man can settle down with Karen and his 
truck and await his ultimate destination: 
teaching high school math. Too bad Navy. 
Keep on truckin', Chemo. GAH & SJK. 

Suzanne Mary Brown 

Sue hopped on the Blue & Gold carpet 
ride via N.H. After a brief stay in thirty- 
tool, Sue joined 24. Multi-faceted Sue took 
on all aspects of mid life with a vengeance 
including Army weekends. She came rugg- 
ed tough from the cold of New Hampshire 
all right. She once came back early from a 
camping trip claiming her partner quit on 
her. Righhht. When most had sleepers in 
their eyes, Squad Leader Sue would 
gleefully shout to her plebes, "Good Morn- 
ing Gentlemen!" Out of sync, they would 
reply, "Good Morning, Ma'am." Just 
think, Sue, your children's friends will be 
able to say, "Well your mom wears Army 
boots." Only they'll be a part of the Green 
Machine as you will be. No turnin' back — 
only forward for you. The Green Meanies 
may train a "green" 2nd "Looey," but you 
definitely have your footlocker completely 
packed. A true friend and fellow LTM, you 
will always bring sunshine to somebody's 
life. FW & FS God Bless you. C&S. 

Rudy Joseph Crespin 

Rudy, Rude-one, squirm, Quaaludes, 
Crespin was his name and California was 
his home. He always had a great tan which 
came half from his native land and half 
from always being on the bay; Rudy was a 
varsity sailor who loved the sport almost 
as much as his liberty. "Liberty won out in 
the end." Quaaludes had a hard time doing 
things right the first time, be it taking a 
year to get tags for his car, breaking his leg 
skiing, or dating four girls from the same 
house from the same college. His biggest 
claim to fame was his youngster year room 
during dead week, but you might have to 
ask Gabe about that. In the end Rude-one 
got what he always wanted: a fast car: 
"Mazda RX7," a West Coast ship, and a 
shiny new SWO mug to take to sea and 
work on his SWO-gut-to-be. RFXS. 

Paul Gerard Curran 

Paul left the farmlands of N.C. to attend 
NAPS. With his tact, athletes mouth, and 
timely quotes, he quickly impressed his co. 
ofcr. His plebe year went well once he got 
"Sirs" and "Ma'ams" straight. Paul quick- 
ly impressed his youngster roomies with 
his feet, study habits, starburst, gunginess, 
and visits from Dino. His numerous 
adventures include winter cliff-scaling 
(poison ivy), raiding YMCAs, racing police 
and ninja skiing. With the unfortunate 
death of his roommate and close friend, 
Roger Cundiff, he moved in with Pat 
(again) and Gary (Ron graced us later). 
RAs, stupid faces and favorite noises were 
soon rampant in the room. Paul was 
known and loved in the room and co. for 
his slippers and his card-throwing ability. 
First class year Paul put 19,000+ on his 
Celica and loved every minute of it. Paul 
and Sherry were inseparable, and he loved 
being awaiened by her calls. Good luck in 
Quantico and all that you do. The Fellas. 

Sheldon Sucheol Jo 

Jo Sheldon, er Sheldon Jo, Temp, er 
Tempe AZ, why leave ASU? Plebe Year: 
making friends over 5000, rack flipping, 
Matt's trash can, DiAntonio feud, the 
BAT, runic symbols. Cruise: negative 
leadership tactics, storm. 3/c: EE ... no 
Math, Bullet's studying habits, stereo box, 
Sluff vs. Spitz, 26-2, M.L.'s late night stu- 
dying. Summer: Panama, who's Asst. 
Nav? P-cola bus ride. 2/c: Ring Dance, the 
J's, Shadow driver — Nope, NFO? Cruise: 
married woman, U of M mid, RX-7, Jill 
for a week. 1/c: H.B.'s music, CC, 0800 
reports, Crows nest disappear, Ac officer? 
Eastern's & Hitch, Kelly???, sister=jail, 
reveille, $NUKE$, Yale & candlelight. 
Thanks from TDS and CMG. 

Samuel James King 

Sam got the best deal out of the four years 
of training, hard work, and integrity. His 
condition forced him to always be in the 
vicinity of a swivel chair, a TV, and Laura. 
Can that be better for your health? Well, if 
anyone can say they earned that honor, 
Sam can. As champion of the 4330 squash 
invitational and an all-time Trivial Pur- 
suit great, Sam will have no trouble sur- 
viving in that dog-eat-dog world of Naval 
Supply. Sam's cheerful nature has led us 
to intellectual debates over such crucial 
matters as Blazing Saddles, Ty Cobb, egg 
rolls, the year 2001, and Geoffs crossword 
puzzles. Admittedly, Sam is a connoisseur 
of sports trivia and good King Hall food, 
but then there's music. Between Geoff and 
Sam, this flower child has learned to 
tolerate anything. Sam's not all bad; 
something must be said for a guy who will 
drive to Hoosierville just for a glimpse of 
his sweetie. I just hope Laura can put up 
with you as well as we have. HWB. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 


Gary Conrad Kirkland 

Goober came to USNA to become a 
Marine and follow in his father's 
"bootsteps." Rooming plebe year with 
Bonehead left Gary with quirks that 
became his trademark. Gary, a financial 
wizard/penny pincher, enjoyed lax so 
much he bought equipment he had thrown 
away. Friends often braved the intense 
light reflecting from his head to visit, and 
he became known as a Catacombs 
carouser, beast tamer and youngsterette 
feeder. Gooman took his chemistry major 
to heart often performing pyro creamer 
experiments and building fruit and stick 
based structures in the room. He set the 
study example, occasionally breaking from 
a computer game or a D&D all nighter to 
open a book. Gary yearned for Service 
Selection Night. Though batt adj., Gary 
"just happened" to come up to co. area so 
the plebes could shave and buff his boney 
skull. Gary will be an aggressive Marine, 
but will always be Goober to us. The fellas. 

Stephen Kenneth Locke 

Steve hails from Anderson, S.C. One of 
the revered founding fathers of the 
Brotherhood, "Lockster" was an intense 
individual in any argument. Professing a 
dedication to the Marine Corps and a faith 
in K-bar, he earned his blood-wings after 
1/c Marine Option cruise. Steve's biggest 
ambition in life is to win the Ironman 
triathalon. His second biggest ambition is 
to eat an entire side of beef in one sitting. 
Lockster loved to go off-road in his Monte 
Carlo ... his Corvette . . . his Honda Civic. 
An avid skier, his idea of a good slope was 
one he touched twice, once at the top and 
once at the bottom. Lockster was a 
smooth ladies man. Who else could ask a 
gorgeous young lady to the Ring Dance, 
get sick on her, and still show up with her? 
At service selection night, Marine Air took 
his soul, the plebes took his hair, and we, 
his classmates, will take fond memories of 
him wherever we go. JLS. 

Adrienne Marie Marks 

Olean, N.Y. produced Adrienne Marks? I 
met her in 4/c self-defense and knew she 
was a strong individual — probably a 
result of crew. Aid's plebe year was 
characterized by stars on her SDB's, stars 
in her eyes for a certain platoon cdr, ex- 
cessive "beading," trips to the candy 
machine, a certain co. mate. The good and 
bad times of Aid's 3/c year began at the 
Notre Dame game. Only a few regrets — 
the wrong 2/c cruise group and not spen- 
ding a semester at Coast Guard (we're glad 
you didn't go). The end of 2/c cruise and 
Quantico was a relief. Who'd believe a 
great year and a chance for stripes was 
scarred by a walk during study hour in PE 
gear or celebrating St. Pat's Day with Un- 
cle John — the Capital liked that story. 
After an eventful 1/c cruise in Hawaii, Aid 
returned for ac year — highlighted by a 
special company mate. Well Aid, just for 
the road, you might as well hear it one 
more time, "Yo Adrienne!" You're a great 
friend. Best of luck. DLF. 

Craig Philip Russell Perri 

Craig, a New York "city-slicker," joined 
our happy band of brothers via NAPS. 
Seeking "pleasure," "wittle Craigy" left 
permanent dents in his blue magnet. Some 
wondered if he was RV Wrinkle reborn. 
Always elusive, old man Perri nearly went 
undetected by every plebe class except his 
own. Our own businessman made several 
road trips with ol' white lightnin' & co. 
What fun! "Positive" CP always got things 
done without dirty hands. When does your 
book come out? Truly a pro, CP loved that 
old Navy fun — drill. He joined us once, 
one fine Sep. day. Someone called out, 
"Who's that?" A true blue hedonist, CP's 
4/c CO once "documented" that CP could 
be BGD CDR if he applied himself. Yes he 
loved the Bruno look. EI once remarked, 
"Hey nice haircut-living off campus now?" 
Craig gave much and took little. Without a 
doubt the pork chops & entire USN will 
benefit greatly from his own $ smarts & 
dedication. FMG: FW & FS.ILU. SLR 
Lori — I couldn't have made it w/o you. 

John Lewis Spitzer 

Clifton Texas sent us Spitz: blonde, blue- 
eyed, eager to excel. He was a better 
farmer than marine E and joined the phy 
sci brotherhood 3/c year. When studying, 
Spitz would listen to Hank Williams Jr., 
stare at a page for a while and then laugh 
his unique laugh, saying "I just told myself 
a funny story." His Texas tall tales had us 
strung along the whole time until the im- 
possible end, even then leaving doubt 
about the truth. His Jersey girl, Val I, and 
Val II, all gave way to his love for the Navy 
and the fact he couldn't study and think 
about them too. When he didn't go nuke, 
he got involved with a girl from Army- 
Navy, once she got rid of her old 
boyfriend. As 2/c main flame, Spitz was a 
cruel man but fair. He bankrupted the 
plebes on bulletin board supplies 1/c year. 
As co. sub-cdr Spitz advised Bonz to max 
'em all. Surface selection — San Diego will 
never be the same, and neither will USNA. 

Ronald James Vauk 

Ron, alias dooda, was a fountain of 
knowledge; who came from Idaho to 
USNA. He started out in 11th Co. and 
could often be found on WE's at Timmy's 
with his ex-roomies (now civilians). 3/c 
year Ron's life took its best turn when he 
met Jennifer and decided to go solo with 
her. Spending money on Jen is his favorite 
pasttime, but bangles are out. 2/c year 
Ron fell from grace and took a year's R & 
R in Hawaii, but Jen remained faithful 
and when Ren returned he graced 24's 

Eresence. He fulfilled his goal 1st semester 
y being an MIR, but was adj. 2nd 
semester. His fame is ever-present as he 
still makes the brigade bulletin when Mas- 
queraders perform. As a poly sci major, 
Ron was known mostly for his admiration 
of Reagan and his art of embellishment. 
Ron didn't make the May hat-toss, but 
was determined to do so in Aug. Ron went 
nuke $ub$ and eagerly awaits nuke school 
and (hopefully) prototype in Idaho. The 

Janet Margret Walters 

Jane has come a long way since plebe year 
— from an ac board first semester to capt. 
of indooor track and Dant's List as a 1/c. 
Jane always had a smile on her face and a 
kind word for everyone. We never could 
understand why Jane always had all the 
boyfriends, or how she juggled them all. 
Even when everyone knew she was hooked 
on Andy she still had a faithful following. 
She was also awesome on the track. She 
stayed faithful to USNA running all 4 
years, something the rest of us can't claim. 
Not only that, she acquired several ECAC 
honors. I'm glad after toying with the 
USMC you selected NFO. You did it right, 
B. I'll always remember our trip to Hawaii 
and driving Bubba across country. We 
love you. ELS. To the Hillman's who have 
been my family away from home — 
thanks for everything, I love you. Thanks 
to all the support from my family — you're 
the Greatest! To my special friends — 
they know who they are — I'll miss you. 
AlLU! I hate the name Jane! Love, Janet. 

David Andrew Welch 

For Dave, deciding to attend USNA meant 
leaving the corn fields of Peoria, IL for the 
big city of Annapolis. After the long trip, 
Dave was confronted with his first real ex- 
posure to the Navy. Yet, while still ad- 
justing to the sight of water, Dave was 
already recognized as one truly a head 
above most of his peers. And although his 
grades tended to reflect his love for 
technical courses, Dave managed to im- 
press everyone with his leadership enough 
to hold 3-striper positions 1/c year, in- 
cluding Reg. and Brig, staff. Dave still 
found time to enjoy his rack, basketball, a 
good book by Faulkner, and an occasional 
game of racquetball. For Dave, service 
selection was never a big problem. By 1 /c 
year, Dave was an enthusiastic Surface 
Warrior with his sights set on Little Creek 
and the world of Gators. No doubt we'll 
see Dave with big stripes again. "I press on 
toward the goal for the prize of the upward 
call of God in Christ Jesus." Phillippians 
3:14. JMB. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 

Steven Lynn Ryan 

Little Steven hails to us from Hawaii via a 
short stay at NAPS. "Hawaiian Ryan" ar- 
rived to us with golf clubs in one hand, 
tanning lotion in the other. Laid back, 
easy going, he was always looking for a 
good party. He always had the ability to 
slip in the back door. A math major, you 
could find him proving 2+2=5. "Who said I 
can't add? Where is my HP?" Grades went 
down, golf scores went up, but the good 
times were never missed. A regular at 
Dahlgren, his innocence became a hit with 
all the bovine species. He packed away the 
clubs and picked up powerlifting. His 
dedication saw him at the Collegiate Na- 
tionals being honored as an AU-American. 
When not in the gym, you could find him 
at the Flight Deck with a beverage of 
choice, at Maggies, or giving EI to Bob. I 
Believe! I wish I could be that little angel 
on your shoulder. My thoughts and 
prayers are with you. Remember, 
wherever this Navy takes you, you will 
always be my Godson. CPRP. 

James Arthur Schreiber 

"Schreibtool" came to us from Exit 16W, 
and, boy, was he proud of it. No one knows 
more about 2.0 and go than Jimmy. 
Always striving to make life as hard as 
possible but never letting morale go down, 
Schreibs will be particularly remembered 
for enforcing the nightly study breaks 
throughout the company while on sear- 
ches for food, philosophical banter, and 
anything more interesting than books. 
WE's were sparse early in his upperclass 
life, but Schreibs somehow managed to fall 
in love with "Phred." He was the only 3/c 
who knew the days 'til our graduation. 
Fortunately Phred was gone 2/c year, and 
soon entered the ever-lovely Janice. 
Schreibs wears his "M" sweater with its 4 
stars with pride, since he was able to put 
up with Al for 4 straight years. Schreibs 
enjoys traveling in his 'Stang and no 
distance or time is too great for him, a 
necessity since WE's were a rare occur- 
rence for him. Which will be better: a sum- 
mer at Newport or 2 years in Norfolk? 

Timothy Dehaven Slough 

"They won't cut my hair, it's pretty short 
..." typified Tim's perception of plebe 
summer and the military in general as he 
entered the hallowed halls. No clue . . . 
Talk to coach, he'll stop the yelling; yeah, 
that's the ticket. Sluff came to the 
Academy to play squash and get an educa- 
tion. He got more of both than he wanted 
of either. Punching from Aero was a 
downer for Tim but he soon realized the 
bennies of being a scientist and capitaliz- 
ed: racking, lifting, golfing, oh yeah, and 
squash, too. The academy suddenly 
became a little more bearable. Ring Dance 
brought a special friend into Tim's life. 
First class year saw him snag the first 
flight school class, earn All-American 
honors in squash, and the title the "Duke" 
at Lewis 3rd. If the Academy couldn't kill 
Tim's vibrant happy-go-lucky personality, 
nothing will. That's good. Hey, Tim, can I 
borrow the Bike? I'll be careful, promise 
. . . SSJ & CMG. 

Rayome Francois Soupiset 

Rayome (Bonz, Hun) didn't have a very 
hard time in choosing where to go to col- 
lege; I think living in the yard had 
something to do with it. Although he had 
the lowest SAT scores in Maryland 
history, someone on the admissions board 
must have been like a father to him — or 
maybe father-in-law. When Bonz arrived 
at USNA he knew that he was going to be 
a Marine, but after a while he outgrew the 
urge to die for his country. Rayome can 
most be remembered for knowing 
everyone and everyone knowing him. 
This, however, does have its disadvan- 
tages, such as meeting the Dant at the 
Mall on Friday night, as a second class. 
Rayome was an outstanding leader as 
shown by the company caravan to Towson 
every weekend. RJC. 

Charles David Wirth 

Chuck came to the Academy from Hamp- 
ton, Va. An army brat, "Chuckles" was the 
company Einstein. Well, he was a 
physicist, anyway. Chuck had a taste for 
progressive music and a fetish for ducks. 
Youngster year Chuck paved the way to 
his 1/C job as conduct officer. He won a 
black N after "having a few" underage at 
the conduct officer's house before watch 
inspection. He did not lose his taste for 
hops after that, though. He has been 
known to disappear for hours at Goucher 
with no one knowing his whereabouts, in- 
cluding himself. Youngster cruise saw 
Chuck in Canada where he "held colors" 
for a local pub. Chuck loved Army-Navy 
games. He almost forgot to come back 2/c 
year. The only thing Chuckles loved more 
than grain derivatives was the blue 
magnet. He could sleep for 3 straight days 
without a break, and he always snored at 
least 3 decibels louder than a jet. Chuckles 
left the Academy for San Diego with relief, 
but he remains in our memories of USNA. 

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The Brigade: Twenty-Fourth Company 


Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Erik F. Shay 

Battalion Sub Commander 

Mark G. Mykleby 

Battalion Operations 

Laura L. Lott 

Battalion Adjutant 

Michael D. Fields 

Battalion Supply 

Paul A. Dupre 

Battalion Administration 

Eric C. Hollo way 

The Brigade: Fifth Battalion 




Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Todd W. Cramer 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Brian N. Humm 
Battalion Operations 

Mark D. Groothius 
Battalion Adjutant 

Juan M. Wheat 
Battalion Supply 

Joseph W. Piontek 
Battalion Administration 

David J. Sasek 

The Brigade: Fifth Battalion 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: John N. Watson 
Company Sub Commander: Michael J. Carroll 
Company Adjutant: Nicholas J. Diorio 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Fran Fitzpatrick 
Company Sub Commander: Jack Franchi 
Company Adjutant: John Burke 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Keval S. Kamat, Dominick J. Oddo, Michael C. Clark, John N. Watson, James E. Sullivan, John T. Franchi, J.D. 
Fulp, J.A. Burke, Anthony J. Bradley Row Two: Patrick Hamilton, Michael Brooks, Brad W. Boyd, Rei Gonzalez, Rob 
Ellis, C. Devon Marsh, Michael Wooster, Michael Danzer, Frank Pereira, David Sasek, Gregory Miller Row Three: Kris 
Klein, Charlie Daniels, Douglas Blackburn, Michael Carroll, Erik Shay, Fran Fitzpatrick, Nick Diorio, Michael Starkey, Art 
Blanchard Not Shown: Enoch Blazis, Michael Kiess, Randall Veach 

MAJ Charles Arnold 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Nicholas Amatuccio, 
Scott Manning, David Fravor, 
Michelle Meria, Scott Valentine, Paul 
Fuchs, Joe Dundas, Mike Mar- 
childon, Ed Sloop Row Two: Beth 
Shaffer, Kelly Wahler, Brad Mullen, 
Greg Williams, Tomas Vera, Steven 
Trent, Deadrick Baker, Kathleen 
Kubiske, Lorene Paulsen Row 
Three: Thomas Melnick, Jeffrey 
Cassidy, Kirk Williams, Daniel 
Bacon, Mark Altobello, Toalle 
Mulitauaopele, Mark Lamczyk, 
David Chapates, Tom Tippett Not 
Shown: Kevin Arnold, Curtis Avery 

The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Donald Brown, Joel 
McFadden, Suda Cabral, David 
Sadler, Carl Lahti, James Waters, 
Scott Love, Sung Kim, Brian 
Nicholson Row Two: Alexander 
Chao, Geoffrey Ellsworth, Carl 
Nyberg, Armand Batastini, Gregory 
Cozad, Jay Crabtree, Richard Eitel, 
Edward Bott, Daniel Rivera, Thomas 
Druen, Owen Connelly, Frederick 
Luchtman, Randolph Reyes Row 
Three: David Schlievert, Todd 
Moore, Paul Ryan, Dan Brune, Frank 
Boylan, Darren Petro, Scott Porter, 
Mark Sanders, Mark Springer Not 
Shown: Todd Kousky, Theodore 


Row One: Rhoderick Dacanay, Vin- 
cent Gutosky, Leslie Kocher, Cecily 
Williams, Anne Chapman, Marnie 
Bradley, Elizabeth Spence, Van 
Emery, John Wade Row Two: Em- 
mett Wootton, Pedro Sanchez, Daniel 
Chlarson, Donald Bourassa, Michael 
Gossett, Andrew Gentry, Brian Kelly, 
Gregory Parran, Robert Hall, 
Christopher Hitt, Herbert Ball, Dave 
Gard, Stephen Stark, David Perrin 
Row Three: Christopher Straw, 
John Walker, Dean Ebert, Brian Ark, 
Paul Bowman, Francis Kasprzak, 
Joseph McDonald, James Fox, John 
Wagner, Philip Moroco, Michael 
Christ Not Shown: Robert Lavalley 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 



The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 

Congratulations! You did 
it! God bless you, David 
Sasek. Love always, Mom 
and Hal. 

Congratulations 25th Co., 
crew, and our special mid, 
Erik Shay. Mom-Dad-Colin. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Starkey. We love you and 
are so very proud of you! 
Dad, Mom, Jodi, Laura, 
Mary, Bob, Fitz, Melissa, 
Eric and Matthew too!! 

BZ Class of 87, particu- 
larly the eagles of 25th 
Co, and our beloved Nicko. 
Horatio couldn't have done 
better Nicko. Mom, Dad, 
and the entire Diorio clan. 

Congratulations all Lts and 
Ens success and fair 
winds to the 25 Co and 
Class of '87. Kris Klein 
We love you. We'll always 
be as proud of you as we 
are today. DTTSTS. Mom, 
Dad and Kirk. 

Congratulations Bud 
We survived some good 
tailgaters. May the wind 
always be at your back. 
Love ya. Mom, Dad, 
Michelle, Bill, and Gran. 

Congratulations, ENS Mike 
Kiess. You really are an 
awesome guy. Good Luck! 
Jack, from coast to coast 
for 4 years! Plebe year- 
Army-Navy game. Jr. year- 
the ring dance, etc. Now 
we're going to the chapel. 
Always your knuckle -head! 

We are so proud of you 
John Watson and love you 
dearly. Congratulations to 
you and the 25th. God go 
with you. Mom and Dad. 

Well done, Jim Sullivan. 
Awesome! Best wishes to all 
the graduates of the class 
of '87. Mom, Dad, 
Kathleen, Maureen, 
Andrew, and Michael. 

No one knows better than 
us how hard you have 
worked these past years, if 
someone could make it, 
that was YOU. We are so 
proud! God bless you 
Reinaldo! Tus viejos, 
Grace y Abuela. 

The marines are lucky, 
they're getting the best. 
Mike Carroll has passed 
the final test. Way to go 
Mike!! Love, Mom, Julie, 
George and Mike's Family 
and Friends. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Michael J. Brooks on a job 
well done from you very 
loving and proud family. 

You can't exceed '55 
but '87 has the drive 
Go for it Boyd's USNA '55. 

Salute Paul Walker. 3rd 
generation Navy. Class of 
'87. Go with God. Love, 
Family and Friends. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 


Douglas Lawrence 

Doug, a native of Westport, Connecticut, 
found himself at Canoe U. after a year at 
NAPS where he excelled in meeting wom- 
en, and meeting women. The Naval Acad- 
emy seemed the perfect place for Doug as 
the surrounding colleges were full of girls 
who had not had the opportunity to meet 
him. I'm sure a few still exist, but he did 
his best. Between the numerous dates 
Doug also found time to excel in both 
academics and athletics. A consistent 
member of the "Dant's" list, Doug reached 
his peak first semester, First Class year, 
becoming a member of the "Supe's" list 
and in attaining his varsity letter as a 
member of the Sailing Team. Weeknight 
libs have provided an even greater op- 
portunity for Doug to explore the sur- 
rounding area. Where do you go to school 
anyway, U. of Md. or USNA? Good luck in 
flight school with both the fast planes and 
the fast women. MOW. 

Arthur Alexander Blan- 

Artie (Sluggo, Tastycake) Blanchard hails 
from Wallingford, Connecticut. After a 4- 
year tenure at an all-male Catholic H.S., 
Art showed the Academy that he was 
mathematically gifted; however, his social 
life proved to be an empty set throughout 
most of his tenure. No one will forget Art's 
study-hour visits and his desire for donut 
holes and midrats. Overall, Sluggo was 
liked by most everyone despite his 
"Rerun" fluorescent blue suspenders and 
"AIR BLANCHARD" sneakers. He will 
always be in debt to "the boys" for the 
good times we have shown him. Good luck 
in the Nuclear Navy and remember: "If 
you can fit through the escape hatch, 
you're not overweight." JNW, NJD, MCS, 
and MJB. 

Enoch James Blazis 

So what happens now? 

Brad William Boyd 

About BQ: studying, gunge, anchors, food 
from Mom, intensity, studying, screaming 
contests at midnight, trips to DC, 
Thirsty's and mass consumption, study- 
ing, crashing pool parties, flying, studying; 
then came the woman of his dreams, 
Linda! A miracle found Brad "sat" and 
. . .Weekends! Restriction! A snow shov- 
eling madman! Brad, you'll succeed. Re- 
member who we are. Boog. Boydman, Jf it 
weren't for me, you would be the most 
spastic mid to ever hit Mother "B." To- 
gether, nothing could stop us. But you 
finally were! Two weeks after being 
pardoned and paroled, you were behind 
bars once again. Years from now you'll 
look back, and like your father, you'll be 
sharing experiences with your son. It's 
been great rooming with you, I'll see you in 
the Corps! Love, Skeech. 

Michael Christopher Clark 

Mike, known as Stein to his true friends 
came via NAPS intent on being a Marine. 
Mike always put others first like when he 
passed up the International Ball to re- 
decorate Ted's room. Mike met some fa- 
mous people in the last four years: Hefner, 
Cronkite, P.X. Kelly, and mostly the 
Lauderdale bag man. We thought Mike 
was roped and tied by a girl from back 
home, but during a post-gater hotel party 
his hormones went into a frenzy over an- 
other girl and Mike was a free man. Mike's 
time at USNA was well-spent: Clarke's, 
tailgaters, hoops, Trident, shady women 
(Krystle), Kimbo, roadtrips, NAVTAG, 
and back to Clarke's. Air Stein as he was 
rarely known on the hoops court was also 
the patented inventor of the desktop 
workout — producing those rippling, well- 
hidden arms. Mike traded the Marine 
corps green for the Nuc SWO green and we 
know with his brains and ability to take a 
drink (not buy one), Mike hits the Fleet 
destined for success. JTF JES. 

Charles Lee Daniels 

Charlie: God's gift to women from Jax., 
FL. or Cincinnati, OH. whichever suits the 
conversation. He used the five-year plan 
to get his commission via NAPS. 25th Co. 
and youngster year brought out Charlie's 
most avid characteristics. His "live below 
the waist" lifestyle has left many girls 
heartbroken yet satisfied — or so he tells 
us. Who will ever forget the memories 
from Spring Break '85, Frost's party, 
Bob's House, and P-cola, at all of which 
Charlie showed all and told all. His living 
habits leave much to be desired as his 
locker incubated many different types of 
bacteria and other "used" paraphernalia. 
Not known for his academic excellence, 
Charlie did manage to get the 73rd of 76 
NFO billets and disperse the Green Cloud 
forever. Charlie was one of the many who 
used the Rugby Club to get his letter, after 
which he quit the team. Overall, Chuck 
was charismatic and knew how to show a 
good time. Good Luck with the family. 

Michael Gerard Danzer 

Doc Danz, the Gangster of Love hails from 
Milwaukie, Oregon. After a year at The U. 
of Portland he decided to try military life. 
He took a year to realize he was a plebe, 
not a normal college student. Clarke's, a 
party or two, what the #!*, rules were made 
to be broken- until you get caught. A 5000 
with 20 days is a sure cure for civilian 
college syndrome. Youngster year was 
quite a change. After a sub cruise he was 
sure Corps was the way to go. With a new 
high and tight and the plebe year restric- 
tion, he found professionalism. Remember 
plebe quarters leather inspections? What a 
change! The next year differed little except 
for the extra stripe and a letter sweater 
complete with star. Finally first class year. 
Is a YP really a naval vessel? The victory 
pose. He's a Navy pole vaulter extraor- 
dinaire, hopefully with three stars, and a 
classy mustard colored rig. Good luck in 
the Corps. Remember, "You can tell a 
Marine a joke, but you can't make him get 
it." Thanks for everything. FISH. 

Nicholas John Diorio 

Nick came to us by way of sunny Orlando, 
Florida via a brief stop at BOOST in San 
Diego. Once joining us in 25, Nick quickly 
established himself as the Italian lover, 
only he has had a hard time proving this 
fact to the rest of us. (Just kidding 
Nick). In his day Nick has broken many 
hearts; or was it the other way around? 
Anyway, when Nick was not busy social- 
izing, he could be found tearing up the 
fieldball field or the lax field with his ath- 
letic prowess. Academically, if Nick was as 
good a student as he was a teacher, he'd be 
valedictorian. Right Mike? Finally, Nick 
has touched all of us with his warm sense 
of humor and friendship over the past few 
years and we all wish him luck in Pen- 
sacola after graduation. Take care, FXF 


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Anthony John Bradley 

If I could completely describe Tony to you 
I think you would seek his friendship, try 
to marry your daughter to him, hire him 
into your company, or choose him to fight 
alongside you in combat. Tony often won- 
dered if he was born in the right time 
period. I think he would have felt more at 
home mounted on a great stallion, wield- 
ing a blooded sword as he conquered Asia 
alongside Alexander the Great. Tony 
found an outlet for his adventurous spirit 
in competitive karate and the dream of 
obtaining the title "Marine Corps Fighter 
Pilot." As much as Tony is a fighter on one 
side, he is as much a romantic on the 
other. Tony's love for fashion, dancing, 
and the female body, coupled with a flashy 
wardrobe, winged feet and "melt-your- 
heart" charm, left a long trail of broken 
hearts. I'll always remember the large por- 
tions of our study hours spent discussing 
sex, politics, money and sex. Look out 
world . . . here comes a lion! 

Michael Joseph Brooks 

After time in the fleet Brooksy ended up at 
Naps where his experience and maturity 
allowed him to excel. On entering the 
Academy he was lucky enough to be put in 
the infamous Stalag 17. Like us all, he was 
scrambled into 25 3/c year where he ex- 
perienced a variety of roommates. From 
the late Grant Bates to his first class 
roommates, he's seen an Irishman, a com- 
pany commander, the Cuban and others. 
Second class year found Brooksy swamped 
in physics. It's a good thing he can study in 
a storm because he had to often. It wasn't 
all work as a girl from Hood and some of 
'86 (Redman) can attest. First class year 
started with high expectations and a light 
academic load. From car problems to ser- 
vice selection decisions (Nuke or Fly), 
Mike managed to have a lot of fun and 
remain the loyal, reliable good friend he 
always will be. He can be confided in and 
trusted for good advice always. Watch out 
P-cola, a great man comes your way. FXF 

John Anthony Burke 

John is one of the most loveable persons 
you could ever have the pleasure to spend 
time with. His warmth and friendliness 
seem to pervade the atmosphere around 
him. John suffered much anxiety during 
his USNA days as he was restrained from 
ready access to the items that were so 
essential to his well being, namely, cold 
beer, beach sand under his feet, and the 
comforts of a female body. John is your 
basic pleasure seeker. Like some exper- 
imental lab animal, to get John to do any- 
thing of an exertive nature i.e., exercise or 
study, you must first convince him that 
such behavior will ultimately yield pleas- 
urable results. Translated-food, women, or 
the thrill of flying mach 2.0. John plans to 
fly for the Few and the Proud after grad- 
uation. And though we'll be apart many 
times, I'll always cherish the close friend- 
ship we've developed, and look forward to 
many shared experiences in the future. 

Michael John Carroll 

Mike came to us from Huntington Beach, 
California, via the Citadel. He enjoyed his 
Knob year at the Citadel so much that he 
decided to try Plebe year at USNA. During 
his time here at Canoe U, he has become 
known to all as Hacker, Charlie Brown 
and The Slice. His love for pain, pun- 
ishment and suffering was only marginally 
surpassed by his love for fantasy books, 
computers, D&D and playing with the 
hem of his t-shirts. It was not until 1st 
class year that he decided to show eve- 
ryone what he was made of by assuming 
leadership roles and performing Chippen- 
dale routines after a few rum & cokes. We 
wish the "little baby" the best of luck in 
the corps; after all, "Its not easy being 
green . . . specially when you have a weak- 
ness for women in uniform." PS. I don't 
owe you anything!! R.G. 

Robert Allen Ellis 

Cowboy Bob, The wannabee Texan from 
Florida has found his way in and somehow 
through a tough military life. Amongst his 
many visits to Goucher (he has had his 
heart broken many times,) he managed to 
squeeze in a few weekends with his friends 
here. And talk about women, he has had 
his share. Since Artie finally found his 
purpose in life, I guess Sweet pea is next. 
Too bad someone special wasn't as madly 
in love with him as he is with her, else he 
too could be having a June week wedding 
in May! This Floridian has taken many 
friends home with him over the years,and 
all have seemed to have enjoyed it.except 
for Rob himself. Always vowing to never 
do anything with Devil, he goes out with 
Devil, and comes back vowing to never do 
anything with Devil again. Guess he'll nev- 
er learn. Rob, though being born 600 years 
too late, seems to have found his place in 
society (USMC), where he will definitely 
leave his mark. RSV. 

Francis Xavier Fitzpatrick 

FX came to the Academy from Potomac, 
Maryland after 13 years of preparation via 
NAPS. A native of the 12th company, 
Franny came to the 25th company as a 
youngster where he discovered a new 
sport, a new company officer, a 3000 se- 
ries, a new girl (little did he know!), and a 
new major. Second class summer con- 
firmed Fran's interest in the Marine Corps 
as his T-2 flight in P-cola tested his ab- 
dominal fortitude. Academically, FX be- 
came a member of the Diorio-Fitzpatrick 
"comeback kids" duo as a result of his 
efforts in EE. Fran also held his own when 
it came to partying as Ring Dance, Frost's 
party, and the hotel room can attest. Over- 
all, FX's pleasant personality and athletic 
prowess will always be remembered. In 
him, the Marines definitely got what they 
wanted, a good man. Good luck Fran . . . 
Semper Fi. MJB and NJD. 

John Thomas Franchi 

For those of you who don't know Jack but 
probably have heard him . . .In his wild 
and single days Jack had many interesting 
dates; the most memorable of which was 
homecoming with Flip. Stories of corn- 
fields, bald heads, and odiferous scents, 
always told us that his time was well spent. 
The Manor and Old Grad's led to one 
adventure after another, some of which he 
couldn't tell even his understanding moth- 
er. Jack could be found dealing in hoops, 
or cracking a Bud with Gran and Poops. 
Good times with Beth left Jack all a- 
glitter, while long distance phone bills left 
Mom mighty bitter. Jack, as they say, now 
hits the fleet, with a wife, a beer, and the 
Navy at his feet. We wish Jack and Beth, 
his beautiful wife; a warm, wonderful, and 
bubble-filled life. JES & MCC. 

John David Fulp 

J.D. is the tree, and I the little boy who 
lives down the street from it. The tree is 
big, strong and wise. When I am tired and 
the rigors and frustrations of life seem 
unbearable, when I am confused over de- 
cisions or wrong decisions, or when I am 
depressed and feeling low, I will lean on 
the tree and listen to the wind blow 
through it's branches and feel better. 
When the sun is too hot and noon is ap- 
proaching, when I have done all I can do to 
keep myself from burning and have failed, 
I can always depend on the tree to offer me 
shade. When it is time to go out and play, 
when life seems care free and I want to be 
bold and adventurous where is the first 
place I run to? My tree. That tree and I are 
much more than friends. It has always 
been there for me and, God, I hope it 
always will be. I love that tree. AJB. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 


Reinaldo Gonzalez 

Rei came to us from Havana, Cuba, ac- 
tually Miami — same thing. He was al- 
ways in love with somebody, unfortunately 
it was a different one every week; but, he 
did have one true and ever faithful love, 
his rack. The only thing that surpassed his 
passion for women was his love for sleep. 
His extracurricular activities were: the 
Alex Morejon Drinking Society and 
founder of the Annapolis Guide to Sleazy 
Women. His greatest qualities were his 
lack of tact, sincerity)?), and dedication to 
the Navy (ha,ha). Being a lawful Miamian 
he enjoyed being followed by the police at 
high speeds and backing into them — in a 
certain Trans Am. He will always be re- 
membered for his latin charm, GQ dress 
code, loud funk and disco music, great 
sense of humor, and his independent easy- 
going style. We wish this Don Juan the 
best of luck in the corps. And, we can't 
help but to wonder which lucky girl will 
wind up marrying him. PS. You owe me! 

Patrick John Hamilton 

Pat entered the gilded halls of power with 
stripes in his eyes. He took an early lead 
among stripers attaining the positions of 
third class company commander.and sec- 
ond class Brigade Commander. Finally, 
first class year saw Pat back on the striper 
scene as Deputy Brigade Commander. 
When he wasn't pursuing stripes, Pat was 
busy building a firm academic foundation 
from which to launch a career as a nuclear 
submariner. "That's where the bucks are," 
Pat thought but never said. Well, actually, 
before he submerges Pat will be heading 
cross country in his BMW to pursue 
"California babes," and a graduate degree 
at Scripps Institute. And hopefully a tan. 
Good luck outside the gilded halls and 
always remember,"It's fun until someone 
loses his stripes." DOCOPEFISH '87. 

Keval Shawn Kamat 

"Devil" "Pursue pleasure and avoid pain;" 
"If it feels good, do it." No one was ever 
able to figure out Keval. He seemed to be a 
cross between a Berkeley flower-child of 
the late 60s and a Texas "chauvinist." 
Somewhere between his ideals, he man- 
aged to become a YP lord . . . er, CO., of 
which he was very proud. As a plebe, he 
more than managed. As a youngster, he 
read mystery novels and letters from his 
Aggie squeeze, Catherine, while succumb- 
ing to the blue magnet disease. But as a 
Segundo, Monday came five days a week, 
and lights-out was often later than 0100. 
He needed a change in attitude, so Devil 
made the quantum leap from Mathemat- 
ics to English. Since then, his courage has 
been screwed to the sticking place and he 
has not failed. Professing a thoroughly 
modern morality, Keval survived this fine 
institution always able to laugh at himself 
but still serious — when absolutely nec- 
essary. Have fun. GAM. 

Michael Andrew Kiess 

Being a Navy brat, Mike came to us from 
all over the USA. California- is his claimed 
podunk state, though, which explains his 
relaxed attitude toward life at USNA. In 
fact, Mike took only the important things 
like libs, crew, and sleep, seriously. He fit a 
Mech E degree into his demanding sched- 
ule through the grueling task of gouge 
hounding. What Mike will always be re- 
membered for was his high standards of 
cleanliness which served as an example to 
us all. I must say that rooming with Mike 
has prepared me well for life in any con- 
demned building. All kidding (or serious- 
ness) aside, Mike, our few years have been 
great ones so good luck and thanks for 
everything. EFS. To those of us who knew 
him best, Kiess was the epitome of what a 
friend should be. He was always willing to 
go out of his way to help, and he could add 
a laugh to any situation. After countless 
Go Navy Cakes, gallons of beer, and late 
night bull sessions, we could only con- 
clude, "Kiess is Awesome." Room 101. 

Frank Pereira Jr. 

Hailing from the land of Bruce and chem- 
ical dump sites, Frank is the perennial NJ 
boy. His biggest moments at USNA were 
the Giants/Mets victories. Frank, an Ado- 
nis with his killer physique, has been a 
true gift to all women. Short or fat, young 
or old, he showed no prejudice. Snooting 
from his hip, Frank has often lost his 
better judgement. Late night drives to NY 
proved life-threatening yet adventurous: 
McSorley's, the whiz quiz in Wash. Park, 
and the witches coven in L.I. Frank, will 
you ever "lean to suba drive?" He gave up 
his D-side captaincy to pursue his drink- 
ing career. Spoiled by mom, Frank has 
long depended on his roommates to clean 
up after him: Four years by the bay and he 
still doesn't know how to make a bed. 
Labelled a rebel by the powers, he has 
mastered the coast attitude while amass- 
ing an enormous toy chest. Guido has 
learned much via GQ. Good luck at Or- 
lando, and remember: "There is no dark 
side of the moon-it's all dark really." KCK 

David John Sasek 

This northern California boy came to us 
from a family of four sisters, all of which 
make and send great cookies. Aside from 
being one of the best Mechanical Engi- 
neering "geeks" at the academy, Dave is 
also an avid runner/marathoner. While 
most hall rats could be found in the 
dreamland of their racks, Dave could only 
be seen pounding the pavement of outer 
perimeter after outer perimeter. This is 
not to say that he didn't enjoy his sleep, 
for this, like all other things, he did well 
but loud. Also noteworthy, Dave, like all 
good Mech. E.'s combed and worshiped 
the gouge. This and his ability to avoid the 
Rocket helped him to a CQPR above 3.0. 
You were a great friend and roommate, 
Dave, best of luck. EFS. 

Erik Fred Shay 

In 1983 Erik Shay came out of the hills of 
Bellefonte. Who would have guessed that 
this mild-mannered central Pennsylvania 
boy would become The Monsta and eat 
his way to infamy? When not pulling hard 
for Navy Crew or devastating team tables, 
Erik passed his time in Rickover pursuing 
the raptures of Mech E. Firstie year saw 
him appointed 5th Batt Commander, a 
reign of terror which will not soon be for- 
gotten. He used his three striper libs to 
look for all-you-can-eat restaurants while 
cruising in the Camaro. To support his 
food habit, Erik selected Nuke Subs and 
retired from the demanding task of keep- 
ing Cdr. Evans in line. Finishing out US- 
NA in style, he settled into a comfortable 
MIR position, monitoring hot chocolate 
flow through the wardroom and enjoying 
those Cinderella libs. We will always re- 
member Erik as a guy you could depend on 
and a great roommate. 

Michael Charles Starkey 

A product of Las Vegas and Beirut, Mike 
entered the academy with high hopes for 
stripes and a billet to flight school (1 out of 
2 isn't bad). His high hopes were shattered 
as a result of plebe summer and most 
amiable relationship with his company of- 
ficers, battalion officers, and especially the 
Dant. Mike has carried a variety of nick- 
names (Stark-man, Squiji-wan, Buddha) 
all of which are associated with his pleas- 
ant, comical nature and his arrogance to- 
ward Midn. Regs. Not noted for his ath- 
letic abilities and study habits, Mike 
always managed to get the grades he need- 
ed for weekends. His strengths here at the 
academy were eating, sleeping, drinking, 
and sleeping. Mike always seemed to be in 
search for that "perfect" girl. His problem 
is not his looks but his requirements. 
Overall, Mike was liked by most everyone. 
He could always be counted on for a laugh 
even when he was close to becoming 
BMSN Starkey. Good luck in Pensacola 
and God's speed NJD.JNW.MJB. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 

Kristopher Charles Klein 

From the land of fruits and nuts came 
Calvin. Riding in on his skateboard Kris 
began searching for his identity- During 
the next four years he developed a myriad 
group of personalities. Some were bor- 
rowed from such notables as James Dean, 
Johnny Rotten, and Ranger Rick, while 
others he developed on his own; Johnny 
G.Q. and the happy hoofer. After a brief 
stint as an architect, Mr. Schidzo decided 
to join the noble brotherhood of science. 
This allowed him more time to "study." 
Card games, water-gun fights, and trips 
upstairs dominated most nights. "Let's 
sleep now and study later" Kris put his 
hand to many things; Crew, rugby, karate, 
political campaigns, backpacking, and the 
harmonica just to name a few. A true dil- 
ettante, there was no subject on which 
Kris would not expound his infinite wis- 
dom onto his peers. After three years as a 
Marine, Dr. Excitable forsook his alma 
mater to become a mechanic. "It's better 
to burn out than fade away" Good luck. 

Charles Devon Marsh 

Devon, a political science major, comes to 
us from a small town in Northern Georgia 
called Gainesville, a fitting setting for our 
Southern, well-mannered, all American 
roommate; A description which may re- 
mind you of his namesake, Opie, of tel- 
evision fame years ago. Not one to be 
highly visible on the weekends, you may 
often have found Devon and his group of 
friends, "The Happy Campers," spending 
the weekend in the mountains with a case 
or two of Wiedemanns (ugh!), escorting a 
gaggle of lovely girls around Georgetown, 
or in his favorite Pub, Davis', which few 
Mids, if any, know about (until now). This 
image seems only fitting for someone 
about to undertake the task of becoming a 
Naval Aviator, zipping across a clear blue 
sky at Mach 1+, or landing on a postage 
stamp in the ocean often called an aircraft 
carrier. Good luck in reaching all your 
goals in the future and remember, "Time 
flies when you're flat on your face." 

Gregory Alan Miller 

"Scrogman" Greg was born a proud and 
pure Anglo-Saxon in Phoenix. As a sup- 
porter of racial purity, though, Greg would 
have fit right in around Prussia in the 
1940's. But Greg did very well around here 
with a 4.0 almost every semester and A's in 
P.E. and the PCR, the result of diligent 
and intense effort. Study hour was always, 
and once his nose was in a book, reality 
and Greg became strangers again. Regular 
sleep was important too, Greg's room was 
invariably dark an hour before his class- 
mates' were, while he fell pangs of guilt 
when he very seldom broke down for a 
nap. Favorite quotes from Greg include: 
"Don't you ever study?", and "I'm glad I'm 
normal." Greg was a nice guy, though, he 
could get along with anybody and was a lot 
of fun away from school. He was in love 
until granted his freedom toward the end 
of his days at USNA. Soon afterward, 
Greg met Lara and was forced to loosen 
his grip on pristine morality. The times 
they are a'changin'! KSK. 

Dominick James Oddo 

Upon entering the Academy, Dom was 
taken under the wings of the boys from 
Sweet 16. Good times in the "Cool Room" 
followed. Dubbed the Kodak Kid, Dom 
had a knack for making trivial encounters 
sound outrageous. Looking at classic Ko- 
dachrome snapshots from Dom's single, 
wild & crazy days reveals; the invasion of 
Europe by forklift, young bimbos, the turf- 
field, spitters, the zone, beef bean burritos, 
Clarke's, the Silver Bullet. These were 
times when Dom could be heard saying 
such famous lines as, "Give me strength. I 
need a beer!" Dom's emaciated wrestling 
days were a mix of grueling workouts, wild 
times, and injuries. After wrestling burn- 
out, Dom's life turned to the Meatball. 
Dom's first class cruise gave him an ap- 
preciation for the comforts of the Far 
East. Good tailgators and more good times 
followed. Now as wedding bells and fire- 
works loom in the near future Dom has his 
eyes set on the skies. Good luck and keep 
your windshield clean. JES. 

James Edward Sullivan 

Sully started his tenure at Navy in Sweet 
Sixteen. By Christmas of that year he was 
the renowned wreath bearer along with 
our good friend Grandpa. Then he moved 
to the 25th and without skipping a beat fell 
into his new found home with a funnel in 
his mouth and a beer in his belly. No 
known event, Lax games or Navy dances, 
could Sully pass up, or out, without in- 
dulging in the finest spirits. Clarke's was a 
favorite night spot especially the $270 ex- 
travaganza for six. Mr. Bubble was the boy 
with Sully as was Gina who "sponged" off 
him for two years. Our final year was high- 
lighted by tailgaters, Cabin I&II, a 25.5 
Christmas, Lake Placid, and the 'Vous. 
Being that athlete and athletic supporter 
that he is, Sully was in his glory as the 
Mets and Giants conquered the sports 
world. He became a NFO with five min- 
utes to spare cause the Nuke billets ran 
out. We bid a fond farewell to the Subic 
City Kid: may there be an LBFM in every 
port. Yo Sul See Ya! MCC DJO. 

Randall Scott Veach 

Skeech (Scott + Veach), You've got more 
energy than anyone I know, I never would 
have made it without you (I guess I came 
in a close second?)! From day one last 
semester, people stayed away from us be- 
cause they didn't want to confront the 
"gunge-mos of the 'globe & anchor room'!" 
Urrah! Piggy-back rides and laundry bag 
attacks on the way to formation were just 
the icing on the cake! I know I'll miss a lot 
after we depart this place: your flocks of 
Baptist women (I found my 'one and only,' 
so yours is out there too! — somewhere), 
those great guitar serenades '"cause my 
home's in Longview, Texas", being run 
into walls, tripped down stairs, etc. Well 
anyhow, we've got our dreams! We came in 
as Navy jet jocks, and then beestings, 
hearing loss, eyesight, & airsickness ended 
that . . .but we found The Corps instead! 
Well my friend, you've taught me more 
that you know. It's been great, thanks for 
everything! Semper Fi! Love, Brad. 

John Neal Watson 

Watstein came to us from Edmond, Okla- 
homa, where the cows roam free and the 
postal workers run scared. During the 
school week, John is a mild mannered 
gectorhead, but come the weekend he 
transforms into GQ man. Drinking beer 
and margaritas faster than a rugby men's 
club, more powerful than a '77 LTD, able 
to leap Service Academy women in a single 
bound, it's a geek, it's a wing forward, no, 
it's SUPERGOOBER. With spring break 
and army comes "relaxation" for SG., 
whether its catching up on sleep in Dan- 
dy's or picking up his stepmother in Jax, 
John's too tied up to party with his 
friends. We've had some great times to- 
gether and P-cola will never be the same. 
Remember, no pain no vain. K's contri- 
bution; You're still an ISAB (In Shape Art 
B.) We both hope you marry a woman 
with a dowry that includes a crowbar large 
enough to pry open your wallet, Lynn al- 
most did it with her nose, but her arthritis 
got in the way. Go Telemex Beat Wall 

Michael Oliver Wooster 

Mike arrived at USNA looking like the 
typical Florida beach bum: a tan, blond 
hair, Jimmy Buffett T-shirt, and plenty of 
cute pictures for his blotter. Plebe year 
didn't go so well, but Mike felt more than 
blessed when he met his new roomies. Doc 
and Opie. Remember Laundry Night 
Wrestling? Beware the Victory Pose! 
Through H20 Polo, Mike was able to trav- 
el nationwide and collect a girl in every 
port. He was pretty good in Polo, winning 
an N* plebe year, so for 4 years he sported 
a sweater around like the all-American, 
Richie Cunningham kind of guy he is. Like 
every other 2/c Mike spent his loan on new 
wheels, and even the cops were impressed 
with its 4WD performance. A real ac stud 
since plebe year, Mike needed a towel to 
wipe down when pilot billets went un- 
limited. Now he's outa here and on to P- 
cola. Good luck, Mike, and remember: It's 
better to burn out than fade away!! Lotsa 
Love, Doc and Opie. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Fifth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Jorge F. Blasini, Brian Maloney, Richard Dikeman, Margaret E. McKee, David C. Bement, Christopher J. 
Gallen, Steven E. Otto, Robert D. MacArthur, Michael D. Fields Row Two: Robert Keith, Ruben D. Soto, Thomas M. Harr- 
ington, Daniel J. Snyder, Patrick T. Stratton, Thomas A. Taliaferro, Ann M. Padilla, Thomas W. Wagner, John P. 
Polowczyk, Clare H. Amy, James P. Cody Row Three: Susan L. Davis, Michael Browne, R. Craig Augenstein, Todd W. 
Cramer, David R. Kless, Thomas P. Browne, Chang Chung, Theodore L. Brown 


The Brigade: Twenty-Sixth Company 

LT David Cameron 

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Company Commander: Thomas P. Browne 
Company Sub Commander: Thomas A. Taliaferro 
Company Adjutant: Dave R. Kless 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: R. Craig Augestein 
Company Sub Commander: Susan Davis 
Company Adjutant: Thomas A. Taliaferro 

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The Class of 

Row One: Thomas Victory, Alan 
Greenwood, Steven Cedrun, Dean 
Valentine, Matt McKiernan, Brian 
Bell, Tony Thome, Carlos Flores, 
Alfred Bunge Row Two: Kevin 
Barnett, Eric Laing, Robert Staten, 
Thomas Turner, Mark Guevarra, 
James Maguire, Dean Orvis, Lester 
Wolf, Marshall Millett, James 
Johnson, Kevin Ross Row Three: 
Thomas Smith, Joseph Fischer, 
Christopher Snyder, Timothy 
Yanucil, John Keeling, David Cleary, 
Wayne Brisson, Dominick Cipolla, 
James Sarfert, Michael Bramble Not 
Shown: Theodore Biggie, John San- 
tosalvo, Thomas Tierney 

The Class of 

Row One: Ravi Babu, Anthony Hor- 
ton, Sam Lee, Kevin Wesley, Michael 
Rollins, Donald Gelsinger, Beth 
Wainscott, Cassandra Crownover, 
Sally Chamberlain Row Two: Rom- 
mel Esteves, Dan Smalley, Julie 
Niedermaier, Jenny Burch, Chris 
Stamper, John Hoofnagle, Greg 
Pekari, Jeffrey Bradbury, Randall 
Ivener, Keith Bell, Christopher 
Campbell, Charles Gill, Albert Kin- 
ney, Anne Cavey Row Three: Daniel 
Miller, Timothy Rennick, Patrick 
Morrow, Paulie Riegert, Andrew Jar- 
rett, Timothy Goering, Andrew Jar- 
rett, Stone Hill, Paul Kruszka, Bret 
Pasiuk, Lee Burton Not Shown: 
Paul Druggan 

The Class of 

Row One: John Powell, Andreas 
DeVine, David Rosenblatt, Everette 
Rochon, Daniel Bryan, Stephen 
Yatko, Michael Kraft, Jon Johnson 
Row Two: Donald Miterko, Vincent 
Schiavone, Thomas Leonard, Adrian 
Alcazar, James Greene, Brian Filler, 
George Sofield, John Kurtz, Robert 
Lockwood, Kevin Monaghan, 
Michael Alesi, Aaron Peters Row 
Three: Joseph Polanin, Christopher 
Adams, Vernon Neuenschwander, 
Stephen Yeager, Mark Jordan, Jeff 
Wiemann, Bret Simon, Kurt Schoen, 
James Bleakley, Norman Concha Not 
Shown: Michael Huck 

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Best wishes to the class 
of '87. Mr. and Mrs. R. 

Congratulations Todd 
Cramer, 26th Co. Class of 
'87. You dreamed, you 
strived, and you have 
achieved. We are proud of 
you. Love, Mom, Dad, Cheri 
and Monte. 

Best wishes Class of '87 
Ruben D. Soto 26th Co. 
We are very proud of you. 
Fair wind and following 
seas. Love, Mom, Dad, 
Chris and Tina. 

Well done Class of '87 and 
Ensign Michael E. Browne, 
USN! We are very proud of 
you. Love, Mom, Dad, 
Chris, Jerry, Tom, Pat and 

With love and great pride we 
congratulate you, 
Michael. God Bless you and 
guide you. Love, Mom, Dad, 
and Family. 

To PCF: Luv 

Congratulations to the 
26th Co. and the Class of 
'87. The Cody Family. 

Congratulations! Class of 
'87, 26th Co. and John 
Polowczyk. John, you have 
given us joy, many guests, 
and fond memories. We wish 
you fast ships and calm 
seas. Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations to Ensign 
Dave Kless and the 26th 
Co. May God's continued 
blessing be with you. We 
are so proud of all of 
you. Wing it!! Love, Mom 
and Dad Lange, Kathy, 
Jim, Beth and Debbi. 


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The Brigade: Twenty-Sixth Company 


Clare Hammett Amy 

Clare came to the Academy and the 26th 
Co. with a few disadvantages. The perfect 
coif has always seemed to elude her (hair 
like a Brillo Pad). You might say that 
Nesbit has trouble holding her liquor since 
she can't remem-ber the sickening post- 
game Army party in '85 and was a chronic 
"early-to-sleeper" in her Spring Break trip 
(making for hard times for her love- 
starved boyfriend). Her high-pitched 
voice, her poor joke-telling and joke- 
getting ability in combo with her uncanny 
ability of changing mid beaus (last count 
was six) have made for a rough road. She 
has withstood it all, though, and become 
the Womens' fencing captain and an 
Ocean Engineer, making her hometown of 
Phoenix, MD very proud. Clare selected 
pilot, but we're skeptical. Shouldn't you be 
able to drive a car before you challenge a 
plane? Any way we are staying clear of the 
skies! Take care Clare and always know 
that we love you! RCA. 

Roger Craig Augenstein 

Augie bush-hogged his way to USNA from 
Walton, KY w/ 1 goal in mind- graduation. 
He struggled thru Plebe year in 18 and set- 
tled in 26 as a flamer. 2/C year brought the 
Barn, Nerf hoops, a nose job. Augs fell 
in /out of love more than any of us care to 
count: Bucky, DR, AL, SK, DM, CA, TS, 
LO and SD. Clare's climate control in Fla 
was as impossible as wings in Buffalo. 
Weekend roadtrips-Salem, UVA, IU — as 
the only good driver in the world; road 
sodas were limited. MUHGA! As CC 1/C 
year, Stein left an impression few will 
forget: the 1st formation w/ TP to the 
smooth transition away from the Cam 
(help me out, guys!). Even though you 
couldn't decide who to love next, we'll 
always love you — founder of nicknames, 
neckslaps and joke of the day -you always 
made us laugh when we needed it most — 
thanks! Wildcat Blue runs deep in your 
heart, but ocean blue will be even deeper 
as you go Nuke subs. Take care — don't 
lose touch. Tulliver, TP. 

David Carl Bement 

Dave arrived at Canoe U. from Park 
Forest, IL, a bit wet behind the ears. It 
didn't take long for experience to toughen 
him up, except during Plebe year when he 
just had to get away from it all. 3/c year 
saw Dave as an aspiring exterminator on 
4-1. He survived Engine Math only to fall 
prey to EE; as a Gen Eng. he was a bit 
more relaxed. 2/c year taught Dave many 
things, not the least of which was never 
trust the valet. Army '85 brought out one 
of his weaknesses; after a trip through 
Philly Center I couldn't get him off my 
back. 1/c year he opted for a fuel efficient 
MR2 and hasn't run out of gas on a date 
yet. Dave's a bit crazy, so he's frisked at 
company parties. He and Mister Two are 
going to Charleston to his FFG but he has 
to survive Newport first. Dave brought 
something of himself to everything he did 
-we'll miss him. Good Luck, Fair Winds 
and Following Seas. TWW. 

Jorge Felix Blasini 

After NAPS and mastering the English 
language, Jorge came to Annapolis. Plebe 
year Jorge skated in Double-Deuce before 
deported to BSTS with Brian, Jim. After 
the first round of tailgaters and parties 
youngster year Jorge gained the reputa- 
tion of wildman and party animal. 
Undeserved? Probably not. The rest of 3/c 
year saw Hore achieve notable ac- 
complishments, including Commander of 
the Squat Team and getting his first 5000 
— plus a habit of sleeping in the shower. 
2/c summer his romance with Maria 
blossomed and he settled down a bit. Girls 
of Annapolis were safe from the mad 
Puerto Rican. He, Molth and the boys 
spent hours at St.Johns, and Army-Navy 
games became what legends are made of. 
Philly was his city. Many doubted he 
would make it, but we're happy he proved 
them wrong. He enjoyed himself but work- 
ed just as hard — a great friend to all. We 
wish him and Maria the best of luck. The 

James Patrick Cody 

Jim's Plebe year went smoothly, with the 
exception of a slight run-in with HRC 
(Barrish got bird). 3/c year brought Jim, 
Jorge, and Brian together. It was this year 
that Jim and Kurt Wolfe tried to wrestle a 
park bench and won on a technicality — 
even though a CAPT declared them sea- 
lawyers. 2/c year brought the Dart-a-roo: a 
turbo-powered vehicle, logging 100's of 
miles up and down the East coast. 
Jacksonville was the closest that Jim Cody 
and the Dinkleberries ever got to the 
stage. Cody's Gang was firmly established 
with a highlight of Jim's Burlesque Show 
at UVA. As 1/c year goes by, Jim has kept 
up his partying escapades. To all his close 
friends, Jim has always been like a 
brother. We know Jim will always be suc- 
cessful in life — your great friendship has 
meant a lot to us. Good Luck. The Crew. 

Todd William Cramer 

Tawd came to Annapolis from the white 
sand beaches of Pensacola with an eye on 
the sky and a Nuke education already 
behind him. Somewhere between the smil- 
ing youngster and four-stripe firatic stage, 
he decided that it was "Bubble-head or 
Bust," so he's bound for a different part of 
Florida — Orlando, with a Comp Sci 
degree in hand. He and his OAO Kim have 
weathered many a storm in two-and-a- 
half years but the jury is still out. Finger 
animals and heavenly aspirations will 
dominate his career and beyond. Take 
Care. Spiker. 

Susan Lyn Davis 

Susan didn't seem to know much about 
life's ways, coming from the spacey Great 
Salt Lake state. She not only aspired to be 
a Naval Officer, but one Halloween donn- 
ed the garb of a geisha girl (or so they say) 
much to the amazement/ amusement of 
her company. She spent her remaining 
years cultivating this more flamboyant 
fashion by learning the ways of the world 
and trying to get the Queen Mary started. 
Although once young and naive, Susan 
changed all that by traveling to Kentucky 
and partying with "The Crew." It's also 
been said that Susan had a little romance 
but only the walls know for sure. Although 
Beethoven is her one true love she also 
learned to become intimate with Jose and 
his fuzzy navel. You could never know 
what she might say after a little consump- 
tion. We believe that Susan is ready now 
for life in Greece and we wish her all the 
luck in the world. RCA. 

Richard Randall Dikeman 

Rich arrived at USNA primed and raring 
to go. After NAPS, plebe year proved to be 
no major obstacle for Rich as he directed 
some of his extra energy towards the 
Cheerleading squad. As an active sup- 
porter of all Navy activities — except for 
an occasional "cheese" in the shaft (but, 
then again, who did enjoy that?) — he left 
no doubt in anyone's mind that he enjoyed 
the Naval Service. At times his positive at- 
titude seemed too much for him to handle 
(his face did turn a nice, rosy shade of 
red), yet there was very little that could 
discourage him. It is with this outlook that 
this New Yorker will take with him as he 
heads to San Diego for a future life as a 
SWO-daddy. The best of luck to you and 
Hope, Rich — you'll do well, I'm sure. TP. 


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Theodore Leonard Brown 

Then came to USNA from the Bay Area, 
looking not just for a job, but for an adven- 
ture. After all, there's more to life than 
just fun in the sun. You were placed in the 
Bancroft Gulag, Thirty-tool, and made 
aware that maybe there is more fun than 
in the sun. Suffering through multiple 
chins and body hair removal, you managed 
to make the best of it and impress all. 
Who'd forget your foghorn voice clearing 
the way for those ocean-going 14's? After 
a short career as a fish and late-night bull 
sessions, off you went to the land of Big 
Stix. Always a positive attitude, yellow 
stick-ems, etc. brought you fame and a 
Saab. You've done it all — the Zoomie 
C.C., a starry-eyed night on the Turf, the 
weekend Camping Gourmet. Rewarded for 
your achievements and given a spot in the 
hallowed halls of power — your head now 
in the clouds, thinking of your princess of 
the skies and wishing to be the warrior of 
them. We wish you and Jessica the best of 
luck — keep 'em flying. Bone and the 

Michael Edward Browne 

Brownie, you've taught us much about 
natural blondes as DBC. 3/c weekends at 
the Colverts perfecting what you started 
Friday nights Plebe year. After banish- 
ment from Frederick, a trip to Winstons 
changed your life (you're eternally grateful 
to Air). This was the start of nomadic- 
wandering from Eastport thru D.C. -finally 
settling down at Fairfax. Thanks for in- 
troducing us to your friends Mr. Sarcasm, 
Lee sisters, EL Nino Malo. You put Irish 
in our blood, taught us how to dress 
(YRL), and once thought Nuke Eng. for 
Poets was for you, but the ADM decided 
you'd go air. Cathy's been a welcome addi- 
tion to your life and to the Crew's ac- 
tivities, but she's often advised you about 
spending too much time with Dave (as you 
have advised Ruben of spending any time 
with her). R will be with heavy hearts that 
we say goodbye to the sage advice of 
Brownehead — a true, close friend. What's 
the address of the CasBah? The Crew. 

Thomas Patrick Browne 

Spunky came to us from Elmhurst, the 
heart of Suburbia. A Soccer star with the 
Dorks (no, Dukes) of York and basketball 
whiz, TP has lead Co in intramurals. 
Things looked bright during 3/c & 2/c year 
with the forming of "The Barn," a trip to 
NC, Nerf and the courting of Augie's 
sister. Then came commanding duties and 
1/c year — what more can be said? 
Nobody could have forseen unsatness, 
restriction, a car wreck, a stolen car, a 
speeding ticket, failing the PCR, and hav- 
ing the make-up the night Cathy flew in — 
all in one year. TP took it all in stride and 
was an excellent CC. The only thing left 
were the eyes — lets hope they hold out. 
Spunky's luck with women has been 
almost as bad- Carrie, Carol, Kim, and 
Cathy — but we all know things will work 
out for good when he decides to take the 
plunge. P-Cola is getting a good man, too 
bad he'll be wasted on E-2's. MUHGA! 
Take care, Spunk, and light up the skies. 
Aug, Tulliver. 

Chang Ki Chung 

"Hafa Adai." From the tropical shores of 
Guam came Chang. Now after four years 
of blood, sweat, and toil under the whips 
and chains of the EE Dept, he is now 
ready to take on the world and the Corps. 
As a friend, Chang was always there to 
lend a hand. Your problem was his pro- 
blem. In this manner, Chang earned the 
trust and friendship of many. As far as 
women are concerned, forget it. Chang has 
already found the woman of his dreams. 
Tough luck to the rest of you chicks out 
there — this stud is taken. Chang's next 
love after Ellie is food, and, boy, did we go 
out of our way for some good Korean and 
Chinese food. Well, Chang, buddy, I wish 
you the best in all your future endeavors. 
I'm gonna miss ya and that funny-looking 
haircut of yours that you think passes for 
a high-and-tight. Take care of yourself 

Michael Deleon Fields 

If I were asked to describe Mike's years at 
USNA in one word it would be "crew!" 
The dream began in Jacksonville and now 
only the sky's the limit. Football games in 
Baltimore, iced teas, Rudy's, rebel flags all 
seem to blend together. Sweet Home 
Alabama won't be the same without you. 
Crew and comp sci, crew and math, or 
crew and plain old science seemed to be 
plausible combinations to Mike. There 
have been low points, midnight rides from 
Philly, trash trucks, hunting candybar 
wrappers and PCRs, but Mike overcame. 
His Southern social skills have never fail- 
ed him yet but for some strange reason the 
West coast now holds a new allure for 
Mike. Kool-Aid spills and far away eyes 
. . . you've put up with a lot, but you've 
taken a bit of the devil away with you. See 
that mountain over there, someday you'll 
climb that mountain . . . but if you want 
some company . . . Take care and Ciao. 

Thomas Malcolm Harrington 

We'll remember you as the old man with 
the pipe from Jersey. We'll never forget 
the fetus with his mad-dog under the 
bridge, smokes in the shaft, and Goodwill 
wardrobe. 3/c year brought many things- 
Rustoleum PowerBug, Beefeater martinis, 
attitude hat. Army was an experience, 39 
steps and buddy Jose who said he'd be 
back in a minute. Musician but never 
dancer, you gave up the axe for stompers, 
gaining notoriety as Bedouin-Fitted Sheik 
and Original Play-doh man. As 2-beer 
commando you raided Pete's and Wayne's 
for frozen pizza, grease dogs, brew. As a 
true red-neck, like Ned, you enjoyed cam- 
ping, Jacksonville, and backing the truck 
into concrete barriers. You brought new 
meaning to the unicorn song and played 
Bing for us. We part with you now as 
Diesel-EOOW school calls and you head 
for a career as a true Hardware man. We 
wish you the best and know Blinky will 
always be with us. Good Luck Tom. The 
Short Room. 

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Robert Taylor Scott Keith III 

Tyger came to us a Navy Brat from Cor- 
onado and he still refuses to admit that 
the USA exists east of the Rockies. Never 
one to take the hard way out, Ty opted for 
Poly Sci. This choice introduced him to 
endless youngsters which fit perfectly with 
his inclination to get horizontal. As 
manager of the JOPC West Clubhouse, Ty 
oversaw the quaffing on the balcony, 
strawberry delights, and many other 
frivolities. A solid mainstay at Flaps and 
Murphys, Ty could also dance, or at least I 
think that was what he was doing. 
Whether debating Kurka or playing soft- 
ball in the Severn, Ty always had a flair 
for things, which certainly wooed Kristen 
to his side, because it certainly wasn't his 
blue bomber. We will always remember 
him as a "generous" soul and wish him 
good luck as a SWO daddy. Let me know if 
you ever need a Vice-President, dude. 

David Ronald Kless 

Klesser, you came to USNA as an EFET, 
and you're leaving as a hibachi-wielding 
party rep. Along the way the transforma- 
tion flowed through funnels like a 
shotgun, weeknights in the Hearse '85 and 
who could forget the porcelain at Syracuse 
and Philly '86, or the train schedule at the 
UVA Bijou? You were popular at the Ar- 
my game with your sidekick but your shin- 
ing moment came as you led the charge to 
the promised land like Moses at Notre 
Dame. You took time out from partying to 
find that MACH 2 and sky blue was the 
choice for you. As was the choice of your 
sponsor's daughter (thank you Gunny 
Frank). Well, Dave is Dave (or is it 
Fletch?), and we'll miss you and Alison. 

Robert Duncan Macarthur 

Rob came, he saw, he graduated. To say he 
conquered this place probably wouldn't be 
correct (does anybody?). Too many all- 
nighters, too many nights he doesn't 
remember, too many days spent in the 
cave writing letters to his girlfriend, and 
finally getting use of his graphics, Rob has 
many fond memories of the Academy. 
Plebe restriction, Steve's snoring, LT 
Jaynes and 1/c YP cruise. Perhaps he'd 
rather remember the hockey parties, 
Dant's List, 68.9, the summer of '86, and 
shamrock tatoos. Rob always walked a 
tightrope imported from Ireland. His luck 
was uncanny — at least after Plebe year. A 
lot of it wasn't just luck though. Rob had a 
6th sense — he knew where to be at the 
right time and knew what to do when he 
got there. The best way to describe Rob 
would be to say "he was that duck!" Take 
care of yourself — do me a favor and prove 
us all wrong — would love to see your 
grandkids! MDF. 

Brian Paul Maloney 

Baloney came to USNA after 2 years at 
SUNY Farmingdale. He was ready for the 
rigors of plebe year and always did what 
the upperclass asked him ... if he wanted 
to and if he had the time. Brian always 
found time for the parties, which always 
damaged his memory. 4/c year Molthen 
noticed the "one-shoe" syndrome. During 
3/c and 2/c year Brian developed his 
unusual system of accountability. This 
resulted in many weekends on restriction. 
June week 2/c year, enough was enough. 
He imitated O.J. Simpson to avoid his 6th 
UA but ran into the OOW. (Lt's last silver 
bullet). 1/c year Brian lost his best friend 
Dave Molthen to an ac-board — this forc- 
ed Brian to keep his nose clean. But he did 
not curtail his drinking habits. After all 
the partying, Brian's friends will 
remember him as a very special person 
who was willing to do anything to help so- 
meone out. We all wish him the best in 
San Diego and in life. THE CREW. 

Daniel James Snyder 

Spike, you're the one with the biggest 
heart and smallest body in the JOPC. You 
realized there was more to a weekend than 
doughnuts, beer, and rowing for breakfast. 
Crew had benefits during the Ring Dance, 
and you enjoyed Airborne so much you did 
it for real at FT Benning. In 26, you were a 
constant presence in the shaft and short 
room. 2/c year- interesting times: parties 
at Michelle's, Frat House East, choir ses- 
sions at Murphy's were the best After the 
Bait, romance, you found new love in the 
"beast" — which brought doughnuts in 
UVA, a rear-ended Volvo and a cement 
post. We'll always remember defense of 
"your Blinky" and the real purpose for a 
back pocket. You experienced religion at a 
higher level than any dreamed. As you go 
to the Green Machine, beware of large 
rocks, small pocket knives, happy hours. 
Although your being is small, your 
thoughts/actions will always loom large in 
our hearts. The Rest of the Crew. 

Ruben David Soto 

Bone, coming from the Bronx to An- 
napolis, your days as altar boy were over. 
Plebe year was Thirty-tool but 
youngster year found you in the shaft 
where the Short Room was perfect to 
"study" into the wee hours. One Saturday 
your roommate tore you away from 
Spiderman long enough to meet someone 
who felt "so baad for you." 2/c year you 
surprised us with a streak of Irish blood 
and surprised companymates who 
sidestepped you on the dance floor at Ar- 
my, while family was treated with a dose 
of 26 hospitality. Surprise again Parent's 
Weekend with Dad outlasting all 
challengers and the rocky relationship in 
Baltimore ending with thrilla in Phila '86. 
You decided not to be a crying towel and 
the Kissing Bandit began to strike. Ser- 
vice Selection made you dump the East for 
the sun and women of El Rancho. We've 
known you as a good friend for three and 
we'll somehow be together again. The 
Short Room. 

Patrick Thomas Stratton 

Pat came to USNA after leaving the "Bi- 
jou" theatre at FSU and spending a year at 
NAPS. He arrived at 17th and roomed 
with a man named "the Bunk." During 
Plebe year Pat spent more time in G-town 
than most spend in 4 — and never got 
caught. He opened 3/c year as a true sw- 
inging bachelor — at his debut at the 26th 
company beach party along with Jim Cody 
and the Dinkleberries he showed great 
potential as lead vocalist. He disappeared 
later to emerge no longer a bachelor — 
Dawn had entered the scene. His academic 
horizons were always broad — he was 
acknowledged as a renowned scientist. 2/c 
year he was permanently removed from 
the bachelor ranks when he and Dawn 
were engaged. 1/c year it wasn't unusual to 
find Pat out partying with the Crew — his 
lively personality was always welcomed by 
close friends. His sincerity and touch will 
always insure him friends wherever he 
goes. We wish Pat and Dawn the best in 
life - Good Luck! The Crew. 

Thomas Alan Taliaferro 

Howdy came OAT to the Academy from 
Churchville, VA because he thought 
USNA was OK — liked it so much he put 
USNA OK on his license plate, and receiv- 
ed much abuse. Always a lady's man, he's 
never been at a loss for words aBOAT his 
exploits with the opposite sex. His lost 
loves, many, include a young poodle nam- 
ed Fifi. He's King of the Rack and only is 
comfortable when he's horizontal — ex- 
cept when he was KO'd in a youngster 
boxing validation attempt. I guess it could 
have happened to any of us. Tulliver, we'll 
remember you for many things that 
brought many smiles: Tom's Hairstyling 
Salon (for you and Fifi), extension holds, 
spooge, and dad's favorite deer call (real 
funny!). We know Orlando will get what 
it's looking for in you, as you are far more 
capable than you've shown us. You're a 
great friend — just don't move your nose 
when you talk! YYOKAY TOM. Take 
care, big guy. TP, Augs. 


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Margaret Ellen McKee 

Maggie left Dallas determined to meet the 
challenges of USNA head-on. Initiated in- 
to the ways of the Club as a plebe, the only 
determination Maggie needed was to keep 
from having too much fun at company 
parties in rented lodges. 3/c year moved 
her to a barn with 4 roommates. Life was 
never empty, never quiet, never dull. 
About this time Mags came into her own 
— a lady of many acting talents, she star- 
red in several productions as innkeeper's 
wife, Irish widow and prostitute. 
Typecasting? Well, let's say that in 
Cockney, Irish, or the language of love, 
Margaret could hold her own. As a 1/c she 
introduced the 3rd roomie via telephone. 
She took the little things in stride (guppies 
and the rabbit) and was always there when 
you needed her. From singing with Glee 
Club, to winning the hearts of her room- 
mates and a family in VA, she gave it her 
all. The GOMPERS will be lucky to get 
such a lady. CHA, DDK. 

Steven Edward Otto 

The city of NeeNah, WI, issued a huge 
sigh when it released Steve to USNA. He 
came to us full of aspirations and nervous 
energy and quietly blew through Plebe 
year. Following his intro into 26th, we all 
began to see a pronounced change in 
Steve. Weekends had a new meaning. 3/c 
year is a blur for most and he did his best 
to keep it blurry. 2/c year saw his interest 
in circuitry begin to falter as his 
days/nights were filled with thoughts of 
summer. 1/c year, our new general could 
be found writing letters for Reader's 
Digest, accompanying the Ice Hockey 
team on its road to ruin, or flipping coins 
for Service Selection. Memories are too 
numerous to count, but they have shaped 
us in ways we can't even begin to unders- 
tand. Good Luck Steve, but then again, 
luck has nothing to do with it. You've got a 
good friend in Newport. I'll meet you at 
the Wharf at five o'clock. RDM. 

Ann Marie Padilla 

Ann arrived I-day here at USNA fresh 
from the cowfields and '69 El Caminos of 
Sanger (trying to find it on the map? It's 
somewhere in the big blank spot in the 
middle of California). A word of advice: 
don't get her started talking about horses; 
she'll talk your ears off. She has a certain 
affinity for animals, especially gorillas, 
and she has proved the theory of evolution 
many a time. The blood of her forebears 
runs deep — just try to match her Jose for 
Jose. Unfortunately, some poor man in 
Lauderdale, despite Herculean efforts, 
never managed to best Ann. For despite 
her many admirers, musicians and 
bricklayers (what?!) alike, her one true 
love was Surface Line. The Surface Com- 
munity is lucky to get Ann and you don't 
need to wish her good luck -she'll make her 
own. SLD. 

John Phillip Polowczyk 

Puff, since you came from Long Island 
we're glad your genteel nature hasn't 
changed and we're happy you're using 
words with more than 4 letters. We know 
other things were curtailed after you broke 
your wrist; oh yeah, lax got a bit tougher, 
too. So you channeled your energies 
toward other endeavors; namely, Karren 
and Engineering for Poets. As ENS Chili 
you decided the Corps was for you (but not 
quite as you expected). Your truck was a 
welcomed addition (and subtraction) at 
Army '86 when you brought the party to 
your room and then cleared away 
everything but the chicken bones when 
Smith and Wesson made an appearance. 
Whether as laundry bag rep during Plebe 
detail or as President of Lions Club, you'll 
always be remembered as a soft-spoken, 
considerate Gentleman. Good Luck to you 
and Karren. The Crew. 

Thomas Walter Wagner 

Tom came to USNA from a small town in 
New Hampshire via NAPS and the Fleet, 
which he always reminded us about. From 
the start his interests were a source of 
amusement to the company. His private 
movie collection helped people avoid stu- 
dying. Since excessive studying was not 
for him, Tom found a home in Sampson. 
Running the Juice Gang and instructing 
scuba classes kept him busy when he was 
not entertaining Coach Lentz in the after- 
noons. No one ever doubted he had some 
of the best toys to keep him busy in his 
spare time. When it came time for Service 
Selection he got a Frigate homeported in 
Newport, two hours from home, so he 
could spend winters playing in the snow 
that he is so fond of. It was always in- 
teresting having Tom around, and his 
mechanical abilities were often helpful. 
We wish Tom the best of luck in the 
future. DCB. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Sixth Company 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: Joseph Seibert, James Green, James Byrne, Dawn Alvarez, Laurence Lessard, Michael Polcari, Dieter 
Rademacher, Craig Branchfield, Chip Ambrose Row Two: Tom Coyne, Mike Flood, Kathleen Buckley, Jeanne Grabowsky, 
Paul Dupre, Mark D. Groothuis, Tom Adams, Eric Lafnitzegger, Michael A. Norton, Joseph W. Tenney, Curtis M. Permito 
Row Three: Stan Jezior, Pat Hagerty, Marc Firlie, Jim Derrane, Sue Mitchell, Joe Deleon, Joe Eversole, Vic Tuttle, Mike 


LT James Ransom 

The Brigade: Twenty-Seventh Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Joseph J. Seibert 
Company Sub Commander: James S. Green 
Company Adjutant: Jeanne M. Grabowsky 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Joseph W. Tenney 
Company Sub Commander: Thomas E. Adams 
Company Adjutant: Michael A. Norton 

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The Brigade: Twenty-Seventh Company 

The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Jerry Dickerson, Mike 
Schultz, Jeff Limle, Wilburn Thomas, 
Maximo Mejia, John Zimmerman, 
Michael Munoz, Michael Hodges, 
Thomas Pietkiewicz Row Two: 
Celeo Murillo, David Hoff, Thomas 
White, Gregory Acton, Brad 
Bookwalter, Robert Sparrock, Alan 
Czeszynski, Kurt Juengling, Thomas 
Gomez Row Three: Larry Strimple, 
Michael Seifert, Joe Zebrowski, John 
Podolak, Mark Wesley, Matthew 
Felt, Scott Morrissey, Dean Sacer- 
dote, Steven Townsend, James 
Horten, Owen Travis Not Shown: 
Richard Fatzinger, Jerry Hupp, An- 
drew McCartin, Jed Smith 


Row One James Melone, Robert 
Kovalchik, Alison Smith, Catherine 
Lawson, Mary Jo Salerno, Anne 
Hotis, Andrew Darcy, Tony DePrizio, 
Jim Markey Row Two: Mark 
Moynihan, John Eckardt, Gregg 
Grubbs, Paul Parashak, Matt Herm- 
stedt, Russell Bandong, Robert 
Beymer, Francisco Gutierrez, Neftali 
Pagan, Sean O'Malley, Loren Ingalls 
Row Three: Tom Fletcher, Darrin 
Whaley, Alexander Deluna, Patrick 
Owens, Richard Thompson, Milton 
Songy, Jon Sablan, Mike Cuccio, 
Jaime Borrego, Charles Strassle Not 
Shown: Vincent Scott 


Row One: Krista Pierpont, Peter 
Clarke, Michael Bernhard, James 
Kirk, Louis Rutledge, John Sewell, 
Clay Stackhouse, Michael Paschke, 
William Tumulty Row Two: Duane 
Cordrey, David Sanders, Richard 
Hager, Patrick Kane, Kelly VanDyke, 
Nora Ernst, Barbara Rapson, John 
Kracht, Ronald Kramps, Joseph 
Herlihy, Edgar Montgomery, Michael 
Sherman, Michael Celis, Richard 
Wells, Mark Bauermeister, Terry 
Bradford, Valerie Rawlings Row 
Three: Sean Marks, Brent Gregory, 
Steve Schwartz, Lewis Berry, Andrew 
Martin, Tyler Shepperd, William 
Guarini, Joel Walker, John Lombar- 
di, John Bastien, Dennis Thomas 

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The Brigade: Twenty-Seventh Company 


Congratulations to 2nd 
Lt. James P. Derrane USMC 
the 27th Co and the Class 
of '87. We love you Jim. 
Dad, Mom, Paul, Sue and 

Congratulations 2nd Lt. 
Joseph W. Tenney USMC 3rd 
generation USNA continuing 
a family tradition of over 200 
years of U.S. military service. 
With love, T troop. 

Joseph J. Seibert, 
Love and great pride, 
Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations and God's 
blessings to our favorite 
son and brother Stanley 
Jezior from Mom and Dad, 
Cathy and Donna, Terrie 
and Mike, Fran and Kevin. 


They who wait 

upon the Lord . . . 

shall mount up with 

wings like eagles! 

Ensign Adams we are very 
proud. God bless you. 
Love, Mom and Dad, Shawn, 
Christy and Jill. 

Happiness always to our 2nd 
Lt. Dawn Maria Alvarez 
USMC. May God bless you 
and Patrick. All our love 
to you from your proud 
Mom, Pop, Denise and 

With love and pride we 

wish you the best, 

Ensign Joseph A. De Leon 

You did it! 


From Mom, Dad and Cindy. 

Congratulations to Craig 
Branchfield, to the 27th 
Co. and to the Class of '87 
for a splendid accomplish- 
ment. From Ken, Mom, 
Grandma, Linn and Aric. 


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Thomas Edward Adams 

Tom spent life before USNA in NJ & CA, 
so when we met him 3/C year we knew 
he'd been in the best of both worlds. We 
soon discovered Tom was a fun-loving guy 
who loved good music and healthy women, 
so we let him have the top rack, and get- 
ting out of the top rack was an art he 
quickly mastered. 3/C year taught us that 
Tom was easy to get along with so we let 
him room with us 2/C year and have the 
top rack again, which made life difficult 
for him after the Honor Mess Night 
(although we did get a clean sink and 
shower out of the ordeal). 1/C year and 
two man rooms split us up, but never stop- 
ped the fun. We've had a lot of good times 
these last three years, and we'll never 
forget them. We know you'll have a great 
career and that if anyone can make Ad- 
miral in twenty it'll be you. Oh, and by the 
way Tom, we'll always remember that you 
scored the highest on the hearing test 
because of that special trait which only 
you possess! Good luck, Bubblehead! CRB 

Dawn Maria Alvarez 

Dawn came to us from Exit 4. The high 
altitudes of 8-4 must have done something 
to her head because she was later voted 
"Most likely to find her head in a bowl of 
cornflakes." She joined us youngster year 
and we had nothing but fun. Her unselfish 
desire to entertain those around her kept 
us amused many a night. The popular re- 
quest was the ostrich. We were amazed at 
what Dawn could do with her long rubber 
neck and a pair of panty hose over her face 
— true art! Our days of unrestrained fun 
were cut short by an invader from 26. Just 
kidding Pat — we love you! Dawn had a 
collection of other roommates, none of 
whom could fill our shoes! Second class 
summer was thought to clench her deci- 
sion about the Corps, and we saw her start 
the important connections with the Col. at 
the tailgater and her "drink of choice." 
Good luck with everything. Bye, Bambi. 

Charles Richard Ambrose 

Chip came to USNA from Mesquite, Tx. 
with a big heart and a bigger head. He was 
awesome at everything (except the mile 
run and swimming), just ask him, and he'd 
tell you! He had trouble plebe year with 
grades, but after 3/c year we figured he'd 
be an AC stud (with 4.0's, right, Chip?!) 
but studying took a backseat to pens, nerf 
hoops, CD's and the NCAA's. Ladies were 
never a problem as he was "engaged" 8 
times: first to Lana, then Elaine, Amy, 
Stacie, Jill, Elaine again, Beth, and now, 
the engagement to end all engagements, 
Chrisitie! (You have enough pictures of 
her!) Chip's musical talents were unsur- 
passed. He was the world's greatest air 
drummer, and even David Lee Roth en- 
vied Chip's jumping ability. We know 
you'll be a great pilot cause when you've 
wanted to be the best, you've done it. 
You've been a great roommate and the 
times we spent together will be times that 
none of us will ever forget. Best of luck at 
P-cola, ya big spaz! TEA & CRB. 

Craig Randall Branchfield 

A St. Louis boy (yo Ace!), Craig landed in 
9 and a real plebe year, before scramblin' 
to 27. Being a physics major & devoted 
boyfriend, he adapted to the routine: 
study, study, study, call Linn on Sunday. 
(How could Mom pay for 1st $100 of 
phone bill and Craig still owe her $100?!) 
Only the Cards in the W. Series (How 
'bout that IB ump?!) could distract the 
study machine. Soccer & Fieldball were a 
blast as Craig loved heated discussions 
with the refs, while free time was taken up 
reading about the Rock Squad and MIA 
Hunter! Craig's pilot hopes were dashed 
when the board became blurry from the 
front row, but a 3.8, Sup's List, and $$ 
showed him the merits of Nuke Subs! We 
will remember Craig best for his good 
humor, dedication and 10 ft. pole policy 
regarding women (sure, Craig . . . 
remember the Oct crisis?!). We know your 
future is bright and wish you the best of 
luck in Orlando. Take care and hope to see 
ya in the fleet. TEA & CRA. 

James Patrick Derrane 

He loves those dirty waters; Boston, that's 
his home. When Jimmy came down from 
Braintree, Mass., he had visions of Navy 
jets, but now he'll teach the Marines how 
to really PAHTY! His Irish soul always 
drags him back to Boston (where there are 
no waves), or even to the old country, 
where there's always Guinness on tap and 
a convenient billboard. Other times, he's 
eatin' up the road (and the gas) in the 
Beast to see Dev in Princeton, meet 
Goucher women, or, of course, to be back 
at the center of the universe — Boston. 
Association with low-lifes like us has ruin- 
ed James's innocence, but he still has an 
unselfish heart, and would do anything for 
a friend. Good luck, Jocko. EAH and 

Paul Anthony Dupre 

Paul came to the Naval Academy from 
Cincinnati with a unique outlook on life. 
Very realistic in his approach, Paul can 
make the best of any bad situation, be it a 
cruise to Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, or driv- 
ing The Beast back from Goucher with a 
bunch of drunk friends. He is not hesitant 
to party with the boys, as evidenced by the 
past few Army /Navy games and the Sandy 
Point trip. Paul selected subs for a career, 
looking at the bonus money and a chance 
to spend it in Florida. The beaches and the 
girls suit Paul perfectly. However, the girl 
Paul meets better be ready to wait for 
marriage, at least until Paul needs a 
woman to take care of his dog. Paul's not 
worried about women right now, he's more 
interested in drinking Guinness and 
graduation. It is thoughts like these and 
more that have corrupted many good peo- 
ple, including his roommate. But that's 
OK, Dupa, you're a helluva guy and you 
deserve the best. Jocko. 

Joseph Scott Eversole 

From The Land of the Crimson Tide, Joe 
rolled into the Academy. Through the 
Roaring 20's he bounded with his b-ball in 
hand, leaving plebe year behind. The 
scramble found Joe in Stud Street where 
his ego flourished. With his prowess in 
backgammon and b-ball, he earned the 
name BROWN. He took up 2/C year with 
Mark and Joey, and survived ego's nerf 
hoops, and a duck-and-weave game with 
school. In and out of class he mastered the 
art of MAX RACK. 1/C year found Joe 
still with Joey and worlds of time and a 
taste in clothes. In the short span of 1st 
semester he perfected his favorite past 
times, buying and partying. Yes, as a 
senior he left quite a few impressions on 
Philly walls, ceilings, and in his 
checkbook. Good times and zero balance 
were the ticket. Closed eyes paid off and 
he's destined to be a Fly-Boy. Go PAP! 
With his swaggered strut he's been The 
Boy, BAMA, the S — t, and always in the 
plus. Good luck, Joe, and FLY HIGH! 

Marc Patrick Firlie 

Well Firls, you made a big decision when 
you left the Gorge for 4 years together by 
the Bay. What about your Pro Knowledge 

— F-14 Hornet, ha ha! Bowling dates with 
your ex-biscuit. You even had hair! How 
about that dance and SI plebe year. Savvy 
found a Moses for Navy FB. Avoid the 1 /3 
on ABC. The caddy took the boys to Fla 
on A and the pitstop in GA on the way 
back. Great luck! EE had your § or maybe 
Jake's. Lost that battle and something else 

— see picture. The advice during Dallas 
on Fri and the Elbo Room. Chicago with 
Duker and Cats-Cubs, Sox, Ginos, and sit- 
tin' by the lake. FB started great, but 
Bruce Willis stole my picks. The fall 
brought a real coach and Savins. In Jan. it 
was off to Hawaii & the Hula Bowl. Let's 
get stock in the Chart House. You got your 
ship! I'll never forget you. Good luck and 
congrats. You're a daddy and not even 
married. Stef (Mom, & Dad — I love you, 
thanks! The Boys — I'll miss you all. 


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Kathleen Marie Buckley 

Kathleen joined us from Scituate, MA. 
She majored in English, which is quite an 
accomplishment for someone from a state 
where they don't even speak the language. 
Plebe year found Kath in the spotlight, 
whether modelling civies for roommate 
Sue by showerlight after taps or as lead 
singer for the GO-GO's at an inhall con- 
cert. Youngster year brought great new 
adventures from Rum in Mountain Dew 
with the Col. to her first and only ex- 
perience with Chew. Thanks, Dawn! At 
first she was hesitant (she peered around 
the corner before making her move into 
Mr. Donuts one Sunday morning) but 
before long violating the Admin-Conduct 
System became second nature. As for pro- 
fessionalism, Kathleen has always been a 
step ahead (after all, she has taken 7 
PCR's). 2/c summer brought Kath a true 
love in Charlie who has removed her from 
the market permanently. For the future, 
Kathleen, I wish you nothing but hap- 
piness. I'll miss you! JMG. 

James Michael Byrne 

Jim, a southern boy from Jacksonville, 
spent a year at Auburn before taking on 
USNA. Being a bit more than they could 
handle in 32, "the Pigman" was destined 
for something big. Scrambled to 27, "the 
good ole boy" gave those he met a feeling 
of trust and confidence, and led him to 
solving many of the problems of his 
friends (and a few people he didn't know). 
Jim's country-boy-image (sitting around 
in red longjohns w/ cowboy hat & boots) 
and modesty hid his outstanding leader- 
ship abilities. Not quite in the top 100 
academically, someone wisely went 
against the norm to make Jim the #1 Midn 
in the country. Always looking for a 
challenge, M/Capt Byrne took on many 
diverse activities: sea-wall running, air- 
borne, Severn River swims, and boxing, 
though boxing had to take a back seat to 
preserve his face for his #1 girl, Becky 
("the wife"). A loyal friend and outstan- 
ding leader, The Marines are no longer 
looking for a few good men: they've found 
Jim Byrne. KAB. 

Thomas Stephen Coyne 

Tom's boyhood dream of coming to Navy 
was put on hold, as he didn't make it on 
the first try. He didn't take the hint, and 
his dream became his nightmare. 
Freshman year was uneventful. A movie of 
Slob's 3/c year could be called "Escape 
from Carpenter." Coyner's junior year was 
worse! Problem areas included: 4 5000's, 
Rent-A-Cops at U of D, the inability to 
distinguish white Dodge Darts from Blue 
Firebirds, 150 days in grease uniform, and 
no X-mas leave. During a less hectic 2nd 
semester he excelled in Varsity Lax, ac- 
quiring the nickname "Spiceman". A.B.'s 
senior year was his best. He had his 
weekends and his 'Vette, when it wasn't in 
Jersey or Mass. His newest nickname, 
Schlep, was acquired as he succeeded in 
breaking every car he came in contact 
with. Tom was also lucky that girls would 
fall in love with him at the mere sight of 
him dancing (a true chip 'n dale), and if 
that didn't work the rap and rain surely 

Joseph Adam DeLeon 

Joey came to us from N. Tijuana (CA) via 
NAPS and 18. Joey was easy-going during 
plebe year, except when it came to AA. 
Maybe Joey was too laid back; he almost 
made the square root club. School was 
never high on Joey's list, and many nights 
with Dr Data were spent as a 'ster. The 
B-master came back to haunt Joey again 
as a 1/c. STUDY, JOE! 3/c year brought a 
new company and 'lil Red, another veteran 
of the Bob E. The tomb of Gar (thanks 
Dano), DCs blood, and Dirks were just a 
few of the highlights. The only thing that 
kept Joey going for four years were dreams 
of Archie & the '66 convertible 'stang back 
home. As 2/c year started, Brown entered 
Joey's life. Sleep became the passion, but 
will you ever forget the night Thoid beat 
Yo in Nerf Hoops? Joey also became 
stockholder of Black 'n' Decker. For Joey 
the Boat School was exactly that. 
Lookout, Stein (place hand on forehead), 
here's Joey D with the top down and the 
shades on. MDG. 

Michael Walter Flood 

Superman — no, Tom Cruise — no, Mike 
Flood — came to Navy after a year of hard 
work at NAPS (he almost even 
graduated). With this head start he rose to 
the top of his plebe class; however, his stay 
at the top was short-lived. Plebe year was 
a relatively quiet one as Mike lived "har- 
moniously" with George and Brad. Then 
disaster struck — scramble. Mike was 
welcomed to 27 with a Form-2 on his first 
day; it was a bad omen. The next two 
years were spent UNSAT, restricting, and 
doing gymnastics, not necessarily in that 
order. With all his troubles behind him, 
Mike was ready to enjoy his 1/c year. Mike 
breezed through without a hitch (unless 
you consider academic probation, a couple 
of performance boards, an honor board, 60 
days restriction, and an ack board hit- 
ches). Mike persisted with the help of his 
family, friends, and the love of his life, 
Sue. On 20 May he went on his way to 

Jeanne Marie Grabowsky 

Jeanne came to us from Danville, CA. She 
started in 4th Company, and moved to 27. 
Yet her heart remained true to those of 
her former home. On a typical weekend 
plebe year, one could find Jeanne either 
returning from crew, participating in a 
legs contest, or marching tours (but hav- 
ing fun every minute). Jeanne saw the 
hard and fast rules of the Admin-Conduct 
System merely as obstacles in the path of 
fun. Jeanne returned 3/c year with the 
goal of continuing her search for excite- 
ment. Starting with her love life, GD still 
hung on (though long gone), Edwin 
Dudley made her laugh, and Michael K. 
captured her heart (and hand). Despite 
her beginnings, Jeanne is now a one-man 
woman (?!). A near 5000 brought a few 
grey hairs; that's the price you pay for a 
wild Halloween night in the jungle. From 
that point it was college life for Jeanne! I 
am very lucky to have been a part of this; 
I'll miss you!! KMB. 

James Stanley Green 

Jim always wanted to come to the Naval 
Academy. Growing up in a Navy family, 
the only question was what branch of the 
Navy would be privileged to get him? That 
was decided for him. Due to his countless 
allergies, the Supply Corps would receive 
his services. Jim wants to be the toughest 
supply officer in the fleet. He is very con- 
cerned with his appearance. Jim PT-ed in 
his room, complete with photographer, 
capturing that flexing hulk on film forever. 
Jim's survival knife, named Mike, bolsters 
Jim's hopes to be the baddest in the 
Corps. Jim performs tricks with Mike, and 
he has only cut himself once. Thank God 
Klaus was on hand with the Band-Aids! 
Jim now controls himself with Mike. Jim 
also has a lighter, less physical side. He is 
always up for a few beers or a trip to VA 
Beach with the boys (and Sherman) to 
down some tequila. There is only one 
question left to be asked of Jim. "Where is 
the 'stang?" JPD. 

Mark Douglas Groothuis 

Mark came to us Dy way of LA beaches 
and 18. He flew through through the 
Stalag by the grace of team tables and a 
fast chop. 'Ster Cruise found Mark Hawaii 
bound (less SF piers). The BOB E, 
Waikiki, falling lockers, and Hotel St. 
What a time! Early HAPPY HOUR! The 
scramble slid him into Stud Street, still 
with Joey, plus 'lil Red. Mark passed the 
year with school, his own music, and 
Dirks. Don't squeeze too hard! And how 
about that PIN #? What money?!? 2/C 
year found him a new roomie, Yo. What a 
fun-filled year! Big heads, little room. Nerf 
Hoops? With strong words and hot 
breath, he inducted the likes of Gentry 
and Mawee. 1/C year found him a new 
roomie (the JB Railroad), Pit Daddy, and 
Three Stripes. Patience and Jaimi pulled 
him through the years. Through hard 
days, dads AA tix, g-ma's cookies, and par- 
ties, he's stayed one of the boys. He came 
here a budding Hornet driver and will be a 
good one. Good luck and FLY HIGH. 

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Paul Patrick Hagerty 

From the land of 10K lakes and 
Moorehead St. Pat made his way to 
USNA- where 25 and CP waited for him. 
After plebe year: a summer on the Bob E., 
Westpac and PI. 3/c year found him room- 
ing with fellow Bob E vets Mark and Joey, 
finishing the year with Firls and Yo. 2/c 
year saw a more active Pat. The old man 
finally gained some drinking buds. The 
Caps played a great game, but Pat missed 
most of it and lost his hat, too. 2nd 
semester saw Pat fighting with EE. He 
lost, but still spent three days honing his 
survival skills in VA (biscuits & burgers). 
A long summer followed. $ub$, SS, and 
Ico. car. 1/c year came, and Pat put on the 
skates. Army and N.D. fight songs in the 
fall. Up the River, seven of diamonds. 
Navy Air beat out subs (Thank God — 
Red's too chill to be a Nuke). Now Pat 
heads to P-cola after some time at APL 
and with Patty (when's the wedding?). 
Good luck, Little Red, from two of your 
former roommates who did manage to 
graduate. JAD & MDG. 

Stanley Paul Jezior 

Stan came to us from Morton Grove, IL 
because "I wanna fly jets, sir!" Plebe year 
he heard Ugmire scream "Jezwah" and ex- 
emplified his professionalism by joining 
D&B and YP squadron. Needless to say, 
he was in bad shape when he fell into our 
clutches. With a different type of wit, Stan 
was the butt of many a joke and jibe, much 
to his expense and our pleasure. He kept 
on smiling, and we got along fine. A very 
confused person for 2 years, he professed a 
love for flying, but always wore cammies 
around the hall, and became XO of his YP. 
Stan's experience with girls has been an 
experience. After forgetting/losing/break- 
ing up with several locals, the Havre de 
Grace one, Margaret, and whats-her-name 
back home, Stan finally met Nancy, and 
fell head over heels. Since meeting Nancy, 
he has made some great sacrifices: a car, 
both rings, a Visa card, etc . . . Now Stan 
and C are written in stone and P-cola 
bound. Best of luck and enjoy our wedding 
present! R & L. 

Eric Alois Lafnitzegger 

Born to the Navy, Eric came to us from 
Northbrook, IL. When we first met him, 
we knew he was different — "Chlorine: 
the Breakfeast of Swimmers"? The year 
before, he wrote his name secretly in Goat 
Court with water, 3 trashbags, and a vent. 
Numerous attempts at major conduct of- 
fenses finally succeeded on his 20th B-Day 
in the Dahlgren "Bar." Once legal he made 
his name (Mojoe King) with the Sprinkler 
and Stewardess dances at Maggie's, 
Goucher, and Army. Also known as the ar- 
tist for the Log, Alois did many drawings 
of his favorite topic, both for himself and 
the magazine. He was usually quiet, yet 
during especially trying periods of study- 
ing history, he was prone to fits of violence 
toward his Group III roommates. For a 
man who looks more like a SEAL than a 
Nuke, we'll always remember Laf as the 
artistic mid who decided to stay. Hope 
your future is bright, and you find a girl 
like the ones you draw. Good luck. The 
Boys in 6014. 

Laurence John Lessard 

From the thriving metropolis of Mission, 
South Dakota, we were given raw steel. 
We took this raw steel, molded it, beat on 
it, and out came 2nd Lt. Ren Lessard, 
USMC. This man of steel could squat a 
tank and was a great contribution to the 
Academy Powerlifting team. Ren could 
out-drink any three of us mortals, and his 
neck showed us that none of the Goucher 
women could out-wrestle him! As a 
History major he always had good grades 
and plenty of free time, which he spent 
honing his keen war-gaming tactics (Axis 
& Allies, anyone?). With his extra-short 
hair (?) and his mild manner, he slipped 
like the wind from room to room during 
study hour. Ren's simple way of life taught 
us all a little something about ourselves 
and what's important (Listen, guy, I'm not 
leaving 'til the place closes!). We can all 
sleep soundly at night knowing that Ren is 
on patrol somewhere in the world for our 
defense. JMB & TEA. 

Lon Dietrig Rademacher 

Alio, my friend! Being a firstie for four 
years at Chesapeake has been trying. Join- 
ing the Academy from Hillsboro, IL, Diets 
(aka Bagley, Butchy Jr.) had a "too cool 
for school" attitude plebe year. The 
demise occurred during that trip to 
England (you were such a nice boy): Tor- 
quay, Canadian Bacon, and me. How 
about that first trip to PA? Hoppy's, F- 
ville, Chendo, the Parkway, and the land 
have to be some of greatest times. I just 
hope your F-ville house has a big fridge. 
Those 2/c trips had an effect on you: Fat 
Pat, Maryland, and MC Ball I. I almost 
forgot your "Dole" affliction during that 
year. First class summer saw the Boro, the 
trip, Rum Swizzles, Margaritas, and shar- 
ing "those." Being elected Pres to the 
Rugby Club, MC Ball II, and Stevie Ray 
rounded out the year. Diets, you've been a 
great friend and brother. Thanks for the 
help, convo, and for letting me teach you 
those finer aspects. Good luck to my best 
buddy in P-cola. MAJ. 

Michael John Ropiak 

Rope's came to USNA with two goals in 
mind; to play major college football and to 
graduate. He played center for two years, 
but then decided to concentrate on his 
specialty — long snapping. After two near- 
ly flawless seasons, he was considered one 
of the best in the country, but his biggest 
thrills came after the snap when he got to 
sprint down field and make tackles. 
Academically, Mike chose Computer 
Science, but he should have been an 
English major. During study hour, when 
he wasn't reading his fishing magazine 
with WHFS background music, he was 
engrossed in a novel. Mike, I'll remember 
the good times and laughs we had — foot- 
ball trips, hogs nuts, Dirk and George, The 
Land Yacht, showers, your sense of direc- 
tion, totem pole dancing. Good luck in 
supply school. I'm sure that some day 
you'll be skipper of your own boat, fishing 
for blues on the Chesapeake, listening to 
progressive music and sipping a Bud. It's 
been fun! GIBS. 

Joseph John Seibert 

"Beef is a Cincinnati native who, after a 
year with the NROTC at Ohio State, took 
the Academy by storm. Being a plebe year 
company commander foreshadowed what 
was to come 1/c year, when he became 
27th Co. Cdr first semester and ran a tight 
ship. Joe was a master at demolitions, set- 
ting off a series of explosions in his closet 
every a.m. scattering his clothes around 
the room. (The plebes trashed our room 
again!) His illegal cycle and mis- 
interpretation of the rules never left a dull 
moment. "The world according to Joe" 
was both entertaining and frustrating. His 
female conquests were many, but its quali- 
ty, not quantity, that really counts. Joe 
chose to be a NFO and lucky is the pilot 
who gets him as his back-seater. If he ever 
starts talking about switching seats — 
eject him outta there! If Grumman or 
Lockheed don't get him he'll surely be 
wearing stars someday. God help us! Joe 
knows what he wants and gets it! JMB. 

Joseph Wilcox Tenney 

Joe has come a long way in four years. As a 
third generation USNA hopeful, he 
brought with him a wonderful sense of 
"the Big Picture" as well as unwaivering 
enthusiasm for the institution. These he 
kept, but along the way he acquired a few 
more things. Yah Yah, as he became 
known in certain circles, began to ex- 
perience all the fullness life has to offer. In 
nis own unassuming way this Californian 
managed to meet girls in almost every 
state. He experienced life at Goucher and 
even had an interlude with a girl who had 
a fondness for trains. Why, the hard 
charger even experienced the lost-and- 
found syndrome in Waikiki. But, after 
such worldly experience, imagine his sur- 
prise when he discovered that happiness 
was right next door. He even decided to 
take her with him as he joined The Few, 
The Proud. All the best to a future Com- 
mandant of the Marine Corps. VJT. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Seventh Company 

Susan Louise Mitchell 

Mitch's Plebe year can be summarized in 
one comearound. Literally. Bummer she 
forgot her tie during her one chance to 
"excel." Mitch did excel at sailing, though, 
after the technique was pounded into her 
head enough times. She is now the 
epitome of a dinghy sailor. Youngster year 
she loved it here so much she started on a 
36 week streak of bad grades and no 
weekends. She soon found herself in a 
good crowd of summer school studs, the 
Brotherhood, and LTM's. Staying at 
USNA so much, she realized what this fine 
institution had to offer- mainly the guy 
next door. First class cruise taught her all 
about tug make-ups, Tijuana, Macs, and 
airline tickets and convinced her to go 
Corps — must be one of those things, or a 
fungus in her coffee mug. Fly Delta, watch 
the ice, and go fast in green. Good Luck! 

Michael Alan Norton 

A CompSci whiz from Laporte, 
MN/Estero, FL, Mike and I met that 
fateful day in August to begin 3/c year in 
27. Mike's an easy guy to live with, though 
at first it seemed like I was living by 
myself. You see, Mike lacked the gift of 
gab and what he did say usually revolved 
around the hum-drum ins and outs of 
USNA life. Luckily, (I guess) this passed 
and Mike turned into the dreaded 27th 
Company gossip hound. Mike soon quit 
the hall rat club and became a frequent 
patron at Maggie's and various G-town 
hot spots (you sly dog). One thing about 
Mike — he never had women problems — 
he avoided it by not talking to any. But 
I'm sure he'll blossom in P-cola (watch out 
girls!). I know Mike will be a success no 
matter where he goes or what he does. 
He's a good friend and an Ail-American 
Nice Guy. I couldn't have had a better 
roommate and the Navy couldn't get a 
better pilot. Good luck buddy- knock 'em 
dead (at Mach 2.2)! CMP. 

Curtis Mark Permito 

Curt came to the Academy from the 
south/good half of Jersey, and came into 
27 a half hour late and a set of whiteworks 
short. Although the numerous regulations 
were at first hindrances to be avoided, he 
eventually learned to live within the 
system. Youngster year was the Year of 
the Woman for Curt, and it was difficult to 
keep them straight. From Jane, the nice 
girl back home, to Carol, the wild 
Dahlgren girl, to Jenny, the Texas tamale, 
to Joanna and the Big Chill weekend, Curt 
was never a one-woman man. Second class 
year he finally met Darlene, and began to 
settle down. Looking for a career that 
would best suit the military bearing that 
the Academy has instilled in him, Curt 
decided to join the Marine Corps. The 
Corps couldn't be getting a finer officer, 
and I couldn't be losing a better room- 
mate. Best of luck to both you and 
Darlene, both in Quantico and the rest of 
your lives. MAN. 

Michael Anthony Polcari 

The villagers waved torches. Iraclop's cof- 
fin was empty. He shuffled from a small 
town in West Virginia to a stone castle on 
the Severn. At night virgins are scarce, so 
he passes the time drawing EE spider 
diagrams neither Ren nor Laf could 
understand. The vampire did the night 
fantastic at a plebe year squad party and 
found himself suffering the sun most of se- 
cond semester. Youngster year, Iraclop 
had a bad job of putting up with the golfer 
— tennis pro — B^all stud of all eternity. 
With red knee pads and Velcro tie shoes, 
he will shuffle south to Orlando for glow- 
in-the-dark lessons. EAL & LJL. 

Victor James Tuttle 

Vic, or the "Whale," as many of us know 
him, might be seen in the phone room call- 
ing the "wife" or maybe roaming the halls, 
blue mug in hand, in search of ice. You 
might see him returning from football 
practice or even catch him taking in a 
western up in the wardroom, but where 
ever you see him you're sure to get a smile 
and a taste of his undauntable humor. Vic 
has the rare gift of seeing the funny side of 
any situation and has made these last few 
years enjoyable even in the darkest hours. 
Now Vic moves on to greater challenges, a 
wife, and the Marine Corps — Look out, 
here he comes! JWT. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Seventh Company 


Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Steve Yoder 
Company Sub Commander: Mike Cantwell 
Company Adjutant: Jeffrey Stec 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Timothy F. Whelan 
Company Sub Commander: Samuel Baker 
Company Adjutant: Patrick N. Curtin III 


The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

LT Joseph Hayden 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Juan Wheat, Gil Diaz, Eric Henry, John Dryer, Patricia Flynn, Jeffrey Stec, Anthony Fernandes, Gregg Monk, 
Tricia Thompson Row Two: Mike Cantwell, Dan Shields, Steve Fenstemaker, Pat Curtin, Pat Quinn, Tim Whelan, Sam 
Baker, Sybil Bradley Row Three: John Quast, Steve Yoder, Ken Inglesby, Mike Tobin, Bob Hickey, Gunnar W. Buzzard 
Not Shown: Dave Dutch, Stuart Littlejohn, Laura Lott, Vincent McBeth 

The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 


The Class of The Class of The Class of 


Row One: Darryl Smith, Brian Van- 
Norman, Curtis Wold, Robert 
McLauchlan, Mark Carlton, Daniel 
Higgins, Michael McConnell, Alberto 
Alberto, Patrick Brown Row Two: 
Erik Myhre, Brian Davis, Jeffrey 
Napoliello, Mark Maglin, Deric 
Camarigg, Scott Davis, Lawrence 
Wadford, Martin Beaulieu Row 
Three: John Hawley, Paul Dolan, 
Hampton Tanner, Curtis Irby, Brad- 
dock Treadway, Grant Mager, 
Michael Lanterman, Stephen 
Gutosky, Juan Segovia, Mark Haden 
Not Shown: Timothy Cherry, David 
Flick, Jason Ross, James Schwab 


Row One: Julie Morgan, Peyton 
Allen, Laurie Mundy, Kimberly 
Feltault, Geoffrey Cielo, Charles 
Quintas, Ronald Novak, David 
Hurley, Casey Jamieson Row Two: 
Beth Thomas, Bryan Cheeseman, 
Norberto Nobrega, Erik Harrison, 
Dave Merker, Kent Berry, Greg Huff- 
man, George Freidenberger, Tom 
Mathis, John Tekverk, Peter O'Con- 
nor, Jeremy Chio, Susan Seaman 
Row Three: Craig Prather, Shan 
Byrne, Stephen Martell, Robert 
Jones, Louis Durso, Kenneth 
Johansen, Joseph Toth, Colin 
Travers, Kevan Katuin, Frank 
Letellier, Scott Lysaght Not Shown: 
Vernon Cole, Mark Pimpo 


Row One: George Dennis, James 
Forrester, Kenneth Caves, Jeffrey 
Czerewko, Michael Devaux, Charles 
Spangler, Walker Patterson, Jesse 
Tomlinson, Shawn O'Brien Row 
Two: James Fox, Dean Woodard, 
Marcus Stefanou, Jon Flowers, 
Miguel Sierra, Christopher Lund- 
strom, Donald McGahn, Glenn Hop- 
son, Craig Davidson, Joseph 
Palmisano, Mark Arvizu, Harold 
Zabrowski, Gary Larson Row Three: 
Joseph Reason, Christopher Engdahl, 
Robert Beer, Richard Gurdak, Robert 
Keller, Wilburn Clarke, Robert 
Wedow, Richard Bonney, Edward 
Gernat, Brian Park, John Jones Not 
Shown: Richard Radice 


The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 










mm a w 

Congratulations and Best 
Wishes to the 28th Co. 
and the Class of '87 from 
the Family of 
Ken Inglesby. 

Welcome to the Navy Trish, 
We are proud of you! 
Love, Lisa and Ernie. 

Good Luck — Class of '87. 

Gunnar, we take pride and 
honor in your career. God 
bless you and the Class of 
1987. Love, Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations '87! 
Best wishes to you all! 
Marines really are better. 
John Lynne and David 
Family of Lt. Gregg Monk 
28th Company. 

Congratulations, Trish! 
Once Again you've been 
blessed. We're filled with 
love, pride, and confi- 
dence in your future. 
Mom, Dad, Doug 


The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 


Samuel Cranage Baker 

Springing upon us at the beginning of 
youngster year, Sam has been a great 
friend and companion to myself and 
others over the years. Stepping out of the 
concrete (almost) jungles of Alexandria, 
VA (via Ann Arbor, MI) his long, tall 
(gulp!), Sam Shepard charisma earned 
him high honors as an English major, as 
he approached his goal of slaying the 
nuclear power school dragon. Yet, fantasy 
aside, Sam always knew that three things 
made life worth living: crew, pasta, and 
Dorothy. Actually, Dorothy was the most 
important, but Sam's excellence at crew 
(Varsity Lt. Wts.) and his incredible ap- 
petite for eating pasta at 2:00 AM or 
anytime for that matter, were only sur- 
passed by his years of five hour road trips 
to Duke U. and the parties both in N. 
Carolina and G-town. In all that Sam at- 
tempted, he was a perfectionist and a com- 
petitor. Many will always remember Sam's 
rebel ideas, but to me he'll just be missed. 
Take care, Sam, and the best to you 

Sybil Victoria Bradley 

Sybil isn't the kid that came from 
Winterhaven, CA anymore. She laughed 
her way through here, even getting sent to 
regimentals for it. Plebe year was fun with 
3 F's, Ac-boards, and snowsneakers. 
Youngster year she changed her idea that 
real men only own 3 pairs of pants and 
went shopping for a striper on 6-0. What 
the heck! 2/c summer she bought the $100 
Bluesmobile, the only living car with an 
8-track. That year she flunked EE and 
became an LTM but did so consistently 
poorly that she got a D-gift and built a lot 
of character. She always excelled at break- 
ing regs and not getting caught, but 
pushing the car through the intersection 
in town was the height of it. 1/c summer 
was just one of those things with cruise, 
anchor bouys, horseback riding and sum- 
mer school (again). Service Selection 
stress passed and now she's off to 
Charleston. Keep the Navy in line. Good 
luck. Mitch. 

Gunnar Wade Buzzard 

If there was one word that described Gun- 
nar's character at USNA, it was confident. 
His claim that he could succeed at 
anything he tried was not a mere ut- 
terance but rather a truth. During Plebe 
year, a coach cut him from the 150# foot- 
ball team, telling him he could never play 
fullback at Navy. But Gunnar was too 
self-assured to listen to the coach, and he 
came back to letter each of his last three 
years. During Youngster year, an 
academic adviser told him he would never 
make it in the aerospace engineering ma- 
jor. Again, Gunnar refused to listen. Arm- 
ed with a 2.0 grade average from Plebe 
year, Gunnar went on to graduate an 
aerospace engineer, helping others in the 
major along the way. Although Gunnar 
was most noted for his confidence, he 
possessed an enthusiasm for life that car- 
ried over to his friends and caused him to 
paint himself green for Halloween and 
propose on a ski slope. Given these 
qualities, he will always succeed. 

Michael Treacy Cantwell 

Mike came to us from the distant land of 
Edgewater, which is about as far as his car 
can travel between repairs (Juuuj!). He 
entered USNA via prep school and 
brought with him a willingness to work 
hard, a concern for others, and a positive 
attitude. His dedication paid off he was 
elected President of the Surface Action 
Group and Company Honor Rep. In fact, 
rooming with Mike is kinda' like rooming 
with John Paul Jones and George 
Washington all rolled into one. At times I 
felt more like an answering service than a 
roommate — "Mike, call Linda," "Mike, 
call Cathy," "call Nori, call Wendy," etc. 
Quickly realizing that academics were an 
ECA at the Academy, Mike never missed 
an opportunity to go out on the town 
(which probably explains why I have never 
known him to have any money). Anyway, 
thanks for everything, Friend, and good 
luck in the real world. It may have been all 
downhill from the concert but everything's 
looking up from May 20! MAT. 

Steven Frederick 

Steve came to the Naval Academy as a 
good 'ole boy from Kansas. His farmboy 
image was evident when he demonstrated 
his hunting habits on the Company CDR's 
gerbils. Youngster year, he maintained his 
"practical joker" attitude, much to the 
dismay of his victims. Hence, he coined 
the nickname "Instigator." But this name 
seemed too single-faceted for such a well- 
rounded individual. The name "Pugsley" 
seemed to describe him to a "T." Pugs's 
life took a turn 2/c year; no more Grady's, 
Goucher, or Butterballs. When he met 
Karen, Pugs's 2/c car loan turned into a 
ring loan. It's too bad his bliss was inter- 
rupted because he forgot to go to the for- 
mation he had been going to for the past 
three years. A "black N" meant a whole 
semester without Karen. However, the 6th 
Wing Barber Shop was open 24 hours a 
day. Pugs was always scheming 
something. We all just hope he doesn't do 
the same things to his wife that he did to 
his roommates. TFW. 

Anthony Francis Fernandes 

No one could ask for a better friend than 
Tony. He is a caring, compassionate, loyal 
friend with an intense faith in the Lord. 
At USNA, his main forte was Varsity soc- 
cer, as he lettered four years and helped 
lead the team to three victories over Army. 
He made the day-to-day rigor on the turf 
much more enjoyable with his cheerful at- 
titude, comforting comradery, and keen 
sense of fair play. Off the pitch, Tony 
became instant friends with everyone he 
met. One could never hear a bad word 
spoken of Tony; everyone loved him, and 
he loved everyone. It is appropriate to 
mention the zeal in which he approached 
most relationships, especially those with 
the opposite sex. The "Latino Lover," as 
he is affectionately called, possessed a cer- 
tain knack for wooing the women; yet he 
remained an ever-faithful, caring person, 
as KMO can attest. Tony, thank you for 
befriending me on and off the turf, sharing 
the faith, and always listening. JP. 

Patricia Agnes Flynn 

Trish came to USNA via NAPS. Plebe 
year she learned how to get away from the 
pressures of 22 by joining the sailing team. 
This resulted in the ability to sail and also 
in many trips that year away from the 
Academy. Youngster year she took her ex- 
perience on the high seas, Battalion sail- 
ing — laser style, ensuring her Friday 
noon departures on Weekends. Second 
Class year was a boon for her; with restric- 
tion on weekends during second semester 
and a black "N" to her credit, she moved 
to the top of Academy social rosters each 
weekend. As a firstie, Trish was a laid- 
back math major with two 15 hour 
semesters. She spent more time reading 
English books than her English major 
roommate. Now she's off to Pensacola as 
an NFO. God help the guy in the front 
seat. Best of luck, may you never again 
forget when your leave ends. SVB.- 
Thanks Mom, Dad, and all the rest. 
Couldn't have done it without you. PAF. 

James Truett Hagler 

Marvelous Marvin Hagler entered USNA 
to become the next middleweight cham- 
pion of the world via the plebe boxing pro- 
gram. His dreams fell short when he could 
not even knock down a future brigade 
commander. He decided then to become a 
"Master debater," and a good one at that! 
He worked on it six days a week. Nonstop 
vigor in the afternoons on through the 
night. Debate was good to Marvin, carry- 
ing off luggage at hand on Thursdays 
(sometimes even his squad element 
plebette's, also a debater) and returning 
with trophies on Sundays and an occa- 
sional "Sir, have you seen my clothes?" 
His best moment came when his sweet 
Karen and a Baltimore fling came out of 
the same arrival gate in BWI from LA. 
Seriously, now, James really helped us all; 
from EE to word processing. He's a great 
friend. Memories shared at the Ring. Lysa 
and I won't be late to dinner next time. 
Good luck with NAVY AIR. The Califor- 
nia Room will always be California 
Dreamin'. GIL. 


The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

Patrick Nicholas Curtin 

Patrick showed up with his psycho-goalie 
mentality and battled with grades, lax, 
roommates, and future. Parties in Ban- 
croft. Grady's. Soph year his alter ego 
'"tender" emerged as well as his glass- 
snatching talents. He chose brews over 
bruises just in time for a week in the Volvo 
hotel in Fla. VIVIAN! Sleeping in the car 
in VA Beach. Surviving the roll in the 
'vette. The second Fla. trip Curtie lost a 
head butt contest but won the plebette. 
Lauren. We'll avoid the taboo night at 
Chi-Chi's. Float Ridin'. Schaeffer's (both). 
A roll in the IVY. He could always find a 
unique place to relieve himself. Through 
all this and his many scuffles with the cops 
(N.Y.P.D. & Towson) he never got caught. 
His qualms over service selection resulted 
in the inevitable best choice. We will 
always lean on Curtie to plan us a good 
time. Bett-N-Joe's ". . .Nothing 
Special. . ." 

Gil Rodriguez Diaz 

Gil came to USNA from the Naval Air 
town of Lemoore, CA, to fly (of course). 
Then came the fateful day during 
precoms: 20/25; Hello Surface Line! Gil 
will begin a long tradition of academy 
grads for his family, with his brothers 
right behind. Being a 2/C flamer, Gil made 
himself known to the powers that be and 
was rewarded with Co Ops. Of course, he 
actually simultaneously served as Pit. 
CDR. Gil was the only firstie unable to 
drink at gators; ah, the perils of youth. We 
will long remember Ring Dance, three 
hour restaurant waits, getting lost in VA, 
immoral NY nights, keeping me awake 
studying, and his obsession with the 
weight room. Gil's motto is "AIM HIGH 
OR DIE!" He applies this to everything 
from cars to women. His standards range 
from homecoming queen to Junior Misses. 
Thanks for a great two years, we were the 
California room and we will always be 
California Dreaming! JTH, aka MARVIN. 
Love you, M&D. GRD. 

John Elmer Dryer 

John entered 28th company with excellent 
qualifications to be my roommate: a "dou- 
ble E" major, high SAT's, and a complete 
Oingo Boingo collection. He carried me 
through Physics, Electrical Engineering, 
Calculus, and other math orientated 
courses with passing marks (more 
specifically, D's). In four years he has had 
his name changed to "Elmo" and now goes 
by the abridged version, just plain "MO." 
His accomplishments include the Sup's 
list, a second place finish as Billy Idol in 
the Library's lip sync contests, and 
originator of the slogan "Pay The Field." 
The valentines-for-Elmo campaign proved 
fruitful for Mo who is now currently in- 
volved in a steaming hot affair with a 
future Army second lieutenant. Elmo has 
been a good friend and a great pit boss. 

Dave Paul Dutch 

A learning experience is what you get 
when you don't get what you really 
wanted. I guess that makes USNA a great 
learning experience for Boobie Dutch. "I 
should have gone to a real school." "... 
BUT WHEN ..." 

Kenneth Todd Ham 

Ken had a rough start at USNA but turn- 
ed it around with a case of mistaken iden- 
tity. Plebe year Hammer showed off his 
potent pooter power through sniffets and 
pyrotechnic displays, until the day it 
"backfired" on him. "The FLY" with 
Mean-Bean was hazardous. The TJ 
DOUBLE-TEAM with Bob. Youngster 
Year: CAUSE — Eat, Drink, Be Merry. 
EFFECT — "TIMER". Army-Navy Fun 
with Ken and JANE! 2nd class summer 
brought cruisin' and brewzin' in the 'Lude. 
Then: Return of MAGS, Low Flyin' Rig, 
Creek Crash, "Great Tune," TASTING 
everyone's favorite DISH, Ring Dance was 
MAGGIN' and JAGGIN' which ended 
with a bang. The summer brought LBI 
and the Top Gun Maneuver. 1st 
seMESSter; Wednesday Lib, Parent's 
Weekend; Black 'N\ Battles with the 
ANTI-CHRIST, Wednesday at CJ's. But 
the good news is that Ken will soon be the 
pilot he always told everyone he was. "It's 
hot. Tito's sweaty." BETT-N-JOE'S "... 

Eric Jon Henry 

Eric arrived at USNA from the fleet and 
parts unknown. Plebe year he was known 
as "psycho" and studied in the shower. 
Yes, folks, the shower was turned on! 3/c 
year he divided his time between the finest 
watering holes in Annapolis and his rack. 
After all, EE was never difficult for him 
(even after 5 semesters of Ralph). 2/c year 
Eric met Joann and his life would never be 
the same. Thanx, Jo, his Mastercard is 
down below the limit now. I wish you'd 
leave those duty sections alone, Eric. Now 
his life is divided between Glen Burnie, his 
RX7, and his rack. He's off to P-cola and 
with him goes many good memories. How 
about cartwheels into the Severn and 
small v-neck T-shirts. Was that you 
throwing snowballs in the Ram's Head or 
is my memory just cloudy? Watch your six 
my friend and remember: if you sleep 12 
hours a day, you'll only be in the Navy for 
2.5 years. RAH. 

Robert Andrew Hickey 

Bob came to us from No. Kingstown, RI 
via a short stop at NAPS. A Boston sports 
fan to the end, Bob was in heaven as the 
Sox, the Celts and the Pats all made the 
finals. But then there were also the Mets, 
LA, and the Bears to rain on his parade. 
They say Puritans come from New 
England, but, Bob, where are your 
sunglasses? "Mr Hickey, you're not im- 
pressing me in the least," but few drunken 
plebes Plebe Parents Weekend do. 
Although Bob's tolerence rose (to a half 
keg), his QPR didn't. We both sweat a 4.0 
between us. The pressures of intramural 
sports and Ocean-o got to him and 2/c 
year found him joining the brotherhood to 
chase his first love — Rumor Control. Bob 
will break family NAVAIR tradition when 
he becomes a SWO God. Hopefully he 
won't sleep hungover through formals 
anymore. I hope my future wife has your 
attitude so we don't have any fights, but 
wait . . . you get the bottle of Dom 
Pergnon. SJY. 

Kenneth Albert Inglesby 

Ken came to USNA to be a naval officer. 
He endured Plebe year, Duke T-shirts, 
and Dan's drunken evenings. Then came 
3/C year, 28, and the man who defied all 
myths. The next three years were a blast. 
There were late-night hoops, after- 
evening-meal soccer, nights on the ledge 
with the ever-reliable Dan, visions of being 
a math major, the reality of Phy-Sci, and 
the urge to leave, as well as the 5000 he got 
for staying. As a 2/C he and the "Boys" 
became one; EE, road trips, totaled cars, 
Howie puke, dart games, Crossbows and 
Catapults, CDR's row, N.J, and Hood, 
were all a part of the fun. 1/C year brought 
a platoon, the "Stang," responsibility, per- 
sonal growth, and a semester without me. 
Ken endured, Kak stayed, and he and the 
"Boys" were soon parted. Yet all is well, 
and our hero, Napken, will fulfill his 
dream and become a naval officer, as he so 
desperately desired. As Frost said, 
"Nothing gold can stay," and thus we are 
parted. Good luck! SML. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

Stuart Michael Littlejohn 

Stu came to USNA from the land of 
10,000 lakes. Plebe year in Fun One saw 
the formulation of some impressive goals 
(4 stripes and a 3.0). 3/c year meant a new 
company and the beginning of three years 
with me. Mo, and Dan. Poly sci turned in- 
to math (only you could go from group III 
to II), Carol appeared, myths were shat- 
tered and poems were written. 2/c year 
came and you excelled. Christmas caused 
a dream to disappear, but Carol was there. 
1/c summer brought Marine-option and 
Starboard Batt. 1st semester: 5 stripes, 
PR, life without me, and the fulfillment of 
a three-year dream. You even made it 
home to LI. (It took you long enough!) 2nd 
semester brought sleeping in, a license 
(thanks to the "STANG"), an unimproved 
voice, and an underwater career. Thanks 
for tolerating me, Kak, and the Boys. I 
wouldn't have made it without you. Your 
future may be undecided, but "it sounds 
like a personal problem to me." Ken. 

Laura Louise Lott 

Laura found plebe year different from 
sunny Miami — perfume at the O's game, 
cold trips to Amigos, an ICR. She excelled 
in everything- grades, pro-knowledge, and 
varsity V-ball. 3/c year was more relaxing 
-spending time with her old beau, then fre- 
quenting squash meets. Remember Spring 
Break? 2/c summer — one more chance 
for Laura to sow her wild oats. Don't 
forget vacation at Dover, rope bridges in 
Quantico, and purity tests. Ac year saw 
Laura's return to the V-ball team as a 
starter, another "star" academic perfor- 
mance, another crazy Spring Break, red 
beach, and a last-minute Ring Dance date 
that turned into something a little less 
temporary. Cruise in Hawaii was another 
rerun of Laura breaking hearts. She finally 
settled down from her "Hyperactive" ways 
for Plebe detail and Batt Ops. Her string 
of admirers is long; I'll always be one of 
the many. Laura is a true friend. Good 
Luck. DLF. 

Vincent Derrick McBeth 

THE most gripped man at Navy. In his 
early years we referred to him as "Bama." 
His adventures are unlimited, but these 
jog the memory- Nugget, Boxhead, 
graceDO, Hago, TWIF, GrandPa, Pops, 
Jake, RustCrew, WOS, "That's neither 
here nor there," Springfield — bent, blind, 
numb. Being d'boy, Heaviness — Angels, 
Batmites, and icky things — BYE CAS. 
Would you? Finny's, Barmps. BRGD. 
Janitor, Best Body, Hook me. Almost 
USMC. P-COLA, FIRE, gerring, beige, 
torque-ing, locked, Full, stage, That's 
Love, 40 min, Bobby M., sorriness, 
PATHIC. NUGGET had the stature that 
made a statement. His friends are assured 
of a lifetime hand to call on and a man to 
IMP them. Cold as ice, twice as nice, he 
gets gripped more than cat's chase mice. 
Together forever, forever together, the 
three of us are tougher than leather. 
Thanx for the most gratifying part of all 
we have endured — FRIENDSHIP. 
JOHN & TONE. All who have played a 
part, THANX. LUV U MOM - 

Greggory Boyd Monk 

Gregg came to Navy from the suburbs of 
Detroit. After an uneventful plebe year in 
36, Monker moved in with the boys of 28. 
He started youngster year off right with a 
trip to Goucher. The girls all loved it when 
he did push-ups for them. Monker had a 
very rewarding 1/C sailtramid cruise. It 
reinforced his thoughts of being land- 
based and worked out his stomach pump- 
ing muscles at the same time. Gregg had a 
few wild nights out, too. He earned the ti- 
tle of CB when he received his diving quals 
on the dance floor of Pete's Pub. 1/C year 
Monker fulfilled every man's dream . . . 
three redheads in one month (M,T,L)! He 
also became famous in 28 for his back 
rubs. Monker had another big night out at 
Poser's, but this time he was attacked (or 
so he says). A few other things: the girl 
with an all-over tan, and seven girls in 
Ocean City. Greg chose to be a Marine 
Aviator (the only Marine in 28) on service 
selection night. Best of luck, see ya in P- 
cola. PUGS. 

Mary Patricia Thompson 

After a year at Vanderbilt, Trisn did not 
find USNA quite so enjoyable. Some of 
her upperclass even felt she had an at- 
titude problem. In spite of her attitude, 
Trish managed to excel in academics, soft- 
ball, and her social life. 3/c year, Trish had 
a change of heart. She learned to ap- 
preciate her former second class. After a 
fun-filled summer in Germany with two of 
her favorite redheads, Trish returned to 
start 2/c year. Keeping busy with OCF, 
Trish still found time to work on her tan 
and her professional knowledge (SEALs 
were her interest). 1/c summer Trish ter- 
rorized the plebes, training for her first 
semester billet as Batt Squad Leader. A 
dedicated Softball captain, Trish began us- 
ing 12 oz. weights and throwing potatoes 
au gratin to strengthen her arm. Good luck 
with Intell, Trish, you've been a good 
friend. LLL. P.S. We luv ya, Chunk; too 
bad your service selection is a contradic- 
tion in terms. US. 

Michael Anthony Tobin 

Mike was always "fixin"' on coming to the 
Naval Academy, unfortunately, he had to 
spend a year at N.C State before coming 
to Annapolis. Once at USNA, Mike made 
success look easy. He made the Sup's list 
six semesters, was selected for a Rhodes 
interview and did VGEP. Mike joined the 
Pistol team as a novice, but left as an All- 
American and team captain. Always 
wishing to broaden his horizons (and col- 
lect PerDiem), Mike participated in 
NAFAC, the British Naval Academy ex- 
change, and an internship at SHAPE. 
Mike disappointed some of the Brass by 
turning down Brigade stripes, but he 
became a folk hero around the Brigade. 
His roommate will always remember the 
Bruce concert, Florida, and Pete's Place. 
But more important were the good times 
spent in Mother B playing poker or 
discussing politics. Mike's sardonic wit 
and hometown advice ("Never drink beer 
with people you don't like") helped us all 
make it through this place. P.S Are you 
sure your car is on Dewey? MTC. 

Juan Mendoza Wheat 

Juan came to USNA from Salinas, 
California. Back in NAPS he was a Coun- 
try Music Lover and a big K-Mart 
customer. Now he listens to rock and 
wears Polo all over. Plebe year was good 
for Juan, he started out with Jessica and 
ended up with Elizabeth. During third 
class year, he acquired a taste for the finer 
things, like Gouda Cheese and the Hilton. 
Second class summer in Europe introduc- 
ed him to wine, food, and showers. He also 
learned to talk with his hands. He could 
say DISCO and ORANGES. But during 
2/C year he laid his eyes upon his 
sweetheart Eun and he was a new man — 
including being chic and a great dresser. 
Since he met Eun, he has never looked 
away. Fair Winds and Following Seas, our 
friend. Que Dios te bendiga. Los Hijos — 
tus dos amigos. 

Timothy Frederick Whelan 

As a member of an all-male high school, 
Tim didn't know what to expect from a 
coed college. Plebe year brought a 
challenge and a few close calls. 3/c year 
meant a new company and introducing 
himself by flipping my rack. The woods 
and Bud complemented each other well. 
2/c year: too much fun spelled unsat, and 
the big tree ended the semester. 1/c sum- 
mer saw a great cruise (with waitress- 
chasing, a wrecked moped and Irish bars), 
a change in address, and detail. Late night 
talks and early morning wake ups went 
with living with me. First semester was 
full of sister's friends, elevator rides, three 
Duke girls in one weekend! Second 
semester brought a cocky attitude and a 
puke-green yuppie-mobile. Your name 
means good times and good advice. 
Thanks for both. Bett-N-Joe's. Ken. "... 


The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 

John Michael Quast 

He came to the Academy from America's 
Dairyland. (Just what is a bubbler, 
anyway?) Possessing fantastic track 
abilities and a zeal for progressive music, 
John brought with him a style unique to 
the Navy. He is the only person I've seen 
literally hit a bulkhead. Maybe that's why 
his knees never touch? John quickly 
adapted to life as a plebe in 17, getting 
shoved off from chow calls by classmates 
and getting in trouble for it. DOnuts for 
breakfast and Saturday night granola par- 
ties provided sustenance. During his up- 
perclass years, John took to travelling. 
Germany, France, Denmark, and the 
Italian Navy have all experienced his dry 
wit. There has also been action closer by- 
beer-stained Lauderdale hotels and bars, 
and clandestine rendezvous with female 
plebes. Nuclear bound, he'll try his hand at 
HE111 one more time, and will certainly 
rise in the ranks to meet the mark of the 
"Q's" already out there. See you in Florida 
— DAR (pronounced DAR). 

Patrick Joseph Quinn 

P.J. survived Plebe Summer and the first 
semester GOOBS only to be teamed with 
Stef in the task of controlling BIG BOB. " 
— Pat, I ain't goin' in the closet!" 
Pasadena — Who's that in the parking 
lot? Sophomore cruise in the Orient with 
Duker, DP, and Stef — SAFARI? First 
Fla. — 151 Floaters, Summer's, Dave's 
oysters, SNOW? Junior Summer: Rent-a- 
Reck, "Take those sunglasses off!" Junior 
year: over the wall, PUDDLES, Sixth 
Wing Dumpster. Second Fla. — BKing 
with Firls, ID's. 21 — "Yo Sweetpants! 
How 'bout some Saltines!" Covers Please. 
Ring Dance: Curing Hiccups, Champagne 
bath. MC opt. in HI- KPat & KPoug, 
Christine and the Ybar, "I feel so safe." In 
the mud, "This ain't for ME!" 8-minute 
naps, MAC-A-DOOS. Senior year: A- 
TEAM, those questioning eyes, Schaef- 
fer's (Don't throw BEER!). Great friends 
and great memories! Thanks Jen. You 
were always there when I needed you. You, 
too, Mom and Dad. BETT-N-JOE'S "... 
WE OWN ..." 

Daniel Kirk Shields 

From sports to school to social life, Dan is 
the type of person who will always give 
one hundred percent. On varsity squash 
his relentless effort has paid off by giving 
him the best varsity record. His dedication 
to higher learning coupled with habitual 
studying helped him to get D's in both 
Physics and Electrical Engineering. He 
even managed to make the Dant's list one 
time. Finally, his social life is the envy of 
all. From fast cars, to fast women, to lots 
of plastic, he has managed to survive 
through the years. At service selection he 
made the big decision to become a fly boy. 
He hopes to fly F-14's off of carriers. He 
has been a good roommate and friend. 

Jeffrey Dennis Stec 

Jeff came to us from the cold reaches of 
Utica, Michigan. Being number six out of 
eight children, he was able to adjust to the 
crowded conditions of Bancroft. A truly 
nice guy, Jeff could always be depended on 
for a good laugh, even if he didn't unders- 
tand the joke. That's what made Jeff such 
a nice guy; his innocence and humility 
always came out in his quiet character. As 
things would have it, Jeff became Mr. In- 
tensity for awhile, "Lucifying" for hours 
upon hours of hard study. He is driven by 
an incredible discipline and a confident at- 
titude, and yet when it comes to having 
fun or having an open ear, or being a 
friend, he could always be relied on. Jeffs 
simple and tranquil behavior is only the 
surface of a deep and thoughtful in- 
dividual. Jeff is like a deep and calm river 
with strong hidden currents and life. 
There is no doubt Jeff will make a fine 
pilot as he ventures out from here. 
Thanks, Jeff, for being you. TF. 

Steven Joseph Yoder 

Hailing from Fayetteville, GA, Steve had a 
great set of numbers first semester. That's 
6'4", 155 lbs, and a 1.33. Luckily, and to 
everyone's amazement, he survived. 
(Despite bad gouge that oceanography was 
a gouge major). Youngster year brought 
better grades and Steve actively pursued 
soccer. 2/c year brought on a new 
challenge — the plebes. Aptly nicknamed 
"Captain Pro-Dev," Steve enjoyed quizz- 
ing the plebes on what he didn't learn 
plebe year. As company commander, 
Steve led 28 to new levels in drill. "Maybe 
we'll get 35th next time." Above all else, 
Steve must be remembered for his heinous 
crime of waving to a friend at Army. I 
know a certain Captain who still gets mail 
over that one! Now Steve plans to cycle to 
P-cola with Firebird in tow. Steve will 
have many fond memories of this place. 
(HA, HA) Good luck roomie and 
remember: a bogie on your six is better 
than no bogie at all. RAH. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Eighth Company 









Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Christopher W. Hodges 
Company Sub Commander: Michael D'Ambra 
Company Adjutant: William E. Howe III 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Louis J. Gregus 
Company Sub Commander: Anthony J. Sindoni 
Company Adjutant: Brett M. Pierson 


The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 

LT Jeffrey Tomeo 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Lou Gregus, Albert Desmarais, Christopher Hodges, Michael Gieg, Allen Cruz, Andrew Rowe, Steven Sylvester, 
Michael Lombardo, David Quint Row Two: Thomas Graves, Jeff Colwell, Robert Goodbody, Brett Pierson, Thomas 
Schwab, Eric Holloway, William Howe, Jim Willcockson Row Three: Danford Sammons, Keith Peden, Timothy Wolf, 
Michael D'Ambra, James Merna, Anthony Sindoni, Alan Rodgers, Robert Hallawell Not Shown: Gregory Harris, Michael 
Sheerin, John Wells 

The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 


The Class of 

Row One: Cassondra Preer, Richard 
McGrath, William Park, Ernest Kot- 
sos, James Cox, Joseph Brenner, 
Shaun Donnelly, Gregory Lamb, 
Stephen Coker Row Two: Robin 
Buxton, Jason Summers, William 
Wheeler, Andrew Greene, Brian Clan- 
cy Row Three: Michael Camilleri, 
Jon Hooper, Thomas Smith, William 
Fiery, Robert Harrill, Steven Sladky, 
Elena Abuyen Not Shown: Timothy 
Brunn, Judy Kempsity, Timothy 
Mattison, George Mazzoli, Howard 
Payton, Scott Shire, Gretchen Stage, 
Eric Wyatt 

The Class of 

Row One: Roderick Manabat, Mat- 
thew Martin, Daniel Eckhart, Gerard 
Schaefer, John Robertson, Steve 
Hampson, Lance Fuller, Paul Ling, 
Timothy Gallaudet Row Two: John 
Bellino, Brian Wong, Matthew 
Scribner, Timothy Litz, David Milot, 
Preston Jones, Adam Holmes, John 
Graham, Carther Jorgensen, Daniel 
Catlin, Jerome Cann, Ted Wingfield, 
Robert Ruiz Row Three: Reece 
Morgan, Scott Jensen, Paul Herbert, 
William Ormsby, Charles Messenger, 
Randall Smith, Bill Fries, Mark 
Bergmann, Mark Breeden, Tom 
Magnani, Anthony Iuculano Not 
Shown: Kip O'Connor, James 

The Class of 

Row One: Stephanie Karasick, 
Monica Schrodt, Maria Filonczuk, 
Derek Vanderbunt, Michael O'Brien, 
Thomas Creek, Joseph Luchtenberg, 
Marc Johnson, Baron Reinhold Row 
Two: Ann Stringfellow, James Tan- 
nahill, Mark Burgess, John Jackson, 
Roger Dubbs, David Makowicz, Brian 
Smith, William Vaughn, Brendan 
McLane, Anthony Kyvelos, Jennifer 
Christen, Alan Reyes, James 
Vestevich Row Three: Brian Gar- 
rison, Louis Schager, Robert Wcislo, 
Gerry Bufkin, Robert Sofge, Mark 
Chenoweth, Michael Osogwin, Daron 
Fullwood, William White, David 

The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 

The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 


The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 

To our only son Allen 
Cruz, we're so proud of 
you. May God bless you and 
keep you safe and well 
always. We love you. 
Mom, Dad, and Gladys. 

Keep trying to sweet talk 
the girls. 

Unconditional love, 
Mom, Sheila, Deb, Dee, 

ENS Keith Peden you did it! 
We knew you could! With 
immense pride, we all con- 
gratulate you! We love you 
son. May God bless and keep 
you. Love, Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations, Lou and 
the many mids we have 
come to know and love. 
"Our cup runneth over." 

Mike Sheerin — proud of 
you many times before but 
never as today. Godspeed 
for the future. 
Love, Mom and Dad. 

Congratulations Ensign 
Tom Schwab, and happy 
campers. Together you 
worked, pray-ed and played. 
May you always keep such a 
balance in life. Love, Mom, 
Dad, and sisters. 

Bravo Rob Goodbody! Wear 
the Scarlet & Gold with 
Pride! May there always be 
Rainbows . . . Happy 
memories of USNA. We 
Love You. Mom, Dad, 
Bridget and Jimmy. 

Spokane congratulates 
Midshipmen Bowmer, Cote, 
Dawson, Green, Johnson, 
Peden, and Sargent on your 
graduation from the U.S. 
Naval Academy. We are very 
proud of you. 

Congratulations Alan, 
With love and pride, Mom. 

The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 


Jeffrey Philip Colwell 

Calvin came to the Academy straight from 
a comic book life in Acton, MA. We learn- 
ed Jeff was perfect from his plebe year 
roommates Mike D. and Stan C. We found 
Jeff on 3/C cruise in a tattoo parlor, leav- 
ing with an eagle. That year brought 
away-football games at Syracuse and trips 
to Baltimore. 2/C year snowed Jeffs true 
character. Being perfect in every way, he 
busted on Tom for his grades and his in- 
juries. Since Jeff never turned down a 
beer, partying with him was an experience. 
From the freezing 'gater at Army-Navy, 
kicking him out of bed in G-town, Peals by 
firelight at Killington, roadside stops in 
Harrrtford with Tom's scarf, to trying to 
finish the beer on the Ring Dance boat, 
Jeff was entertaining. Passing up stripes 
for pride and no accountability, Jeff breez- 
ed through 1/C year. Liking short hair, 
he's joining the marines to fly. We wish 
you the best of luck with your career, and 
may God stay by your side. GNH & TCG. 

Allen Regaspi Cruz 

Big Al arrived at USNA thanks to a 
bureaucratic oversight and a little corrup- 
tion (Uncle Ferdie Marcos would be pro- 
ud) in the immigration department. One 
of the most outspoken mids at the 
Academy, he realized that the right to free 
speech includes volume. He chose to exer- 
cise this right freely as the earthquakes 
followed him from California. Big Al had 
an eye for a certain cultural compatriot of 
the fairer sex. Things weren't always as 
hot and steamy as he would have liked, but 
he kept this on the backburner for two 
years. He always did have something 
cooking in the 6-3 Philippine Cuisine. 
Ever since the KNOBS from Phoamin' 
Phoar discovered his true love for Corona 
and loud music, Big Al has since become 
quite the party connoisseur. Just ask the 
girls from Subic and they'll tell you all 
about their boy, Regaspi. If you don't 
knock 'em dead in P-cola, you can always 
be a short order cook in Carson! Later 
dude ... JEW, DMQ, RPD. P.S. ILY, 

Michael Joseph D'Ambra 

Mike was a father figure in 29, hitting bir- 
thday 25 before graduating and finding 
those gray strands under his cover. Mike 
took his time in getting to USNA. Out of 
Livermore, CA, he tried to learn civilian 
style, but his studying (?) was too expen- 
sive, so he joined the Navy. After being on 
the NTC circuit and studying for silver 
dolphins, Mike arrived in the class of '87 
with younger brother Chuck. He fell in 
love with USNA as a plebe in 26, but 
found the scramble to 29 socially better. 
Each semester Mike made ADM McKee's 
decision to accept him for nuke power that 
much harder as an Engineer. During 2/C 
year X-mas came early; her name, Diane. 
So much for weekends with the boys; 
those two were due for wedding bells. Not 
the best financier, he managed to scrape 
funds together (nuke bonus) to get her a 
rock. Say goodbye to your CA tan "room- 
mate." Take some Beach Boys tapes 
under with you and I'll send mom's food. 
Hope the hunting's good. Good Luck, 
Buddy! TJW. 

Albert Joseph Desmarais 

Albie, you Road Warrior, you. Well, you 
didn't travel far to get here but have come 
a ways since. Youngster year you decided 
to never put in a full night of studying 
again. Who else could get Supe's List with 
10 hours of sleep a day? Computers and 
you have mixed well ... so have you and 
McGarvey's, but that's another story. 
"Hey, Al, bed spins only stop when you 
can reach the floor; you're in the top rack 
. . . want another oyster?" Ford should 
never have sold you a five litre engine . . . 
"SEE YA!" Driving is not a competition 
for the MOST points. Youngster year you 
liked girls with Alpha Codes but Second 
Class year you switched to girls whose 
boyfriends had Alpha Codes. It's OK, 
plebes can't take weekends anyway. We 
wish you the best of luck as a SWO Nuke 
but you usually don't need luck. See you at 
the top! "Have you got forty cents?" CWH 

Robert Elkins Hallawell 

Mother mother ocean 

I have heard your call 

Wanted to sail upon your waters 

Since I was just 3 feet tall. 

Yes I am a pirate, 

Two hundred years too late 

The cannons don't thunder 

There's nothing to plunder 

I'm an over 40 victim of fate. 

But I've done a bit of smuggling 

And I've run my share of grass. 

I've made enough money to buy Miami 

But I (drank) it away so fast 

I go for younger women 

Lived with several awhile 

Though I ran them away 

They come back some day 

Still could manage to smile. 

Mother mother ocean 

After all the years I've found 

Occupational hazard be 

Occupation just not around. 

— Jimmy Buffett 

Gregory Norton Harris 

Greg came to us from RR 2, Yarmouth, 
ME. He came with morals, a hairline, and 
a fiancee, all of which he lost during his 
stay here. His mind led him to Dorsey 
Road, but we all know that his heart 
stayed in Maine with Stacey. Dogbait was 
always a true friend, willing to sacrifice 
pride, comfort or personal injury for the 
common good- sooner or later he picked 
up slack for all of us. 2/C year brought the 
happy campers and road trips to all cor- 
ners of the country — nothing short of 24 
hours was too far. He supplied us all with 
an endless supply of stories and no small 
amount of sound financial advice, via 
Guido. 1/C year led Greg to try and earn 
his wings early; however, he soon learned 
that a 200SX will not fly. 1/c year also 
brought near VT trips to visit Jen and ski. 
We all wish him well, and hope his sport- 
smanlike play and game face take him into 
space. Remember: it's not the kill, but the 
thrill of the chase. JPC, BMP, TMS. 

Christopher William Hodges 

CW came from Sunny Southern Califor- 
nia to some military school in the east call- 
ed Annapolis. He came prepared for the 
rough life at Navy with tennis racket, 
guitar, and sailing gear in hand. Plebe year 
was memorable: "Mr. Scufka, like, I didn't 
have time to make my rack, Sir." 
Youngster year Chris claimed his famed 
"Teddy Bear" award and was forever 
marked as, a cradle robber. Second Class 
year Chris realized restriction was no fun 
and reveille goes at 0700. He also faced his 
greatest dilemma — which one to take to 
the famed Magic Boat? First class year 
brought Chris three stripes, older women, 
and Dant's list (amazing!). Well, Chris, for 
a pork chop, computer science major who 
should have been an air dale, poli-sci — 
you've done alright. Cowabunga, man! 
Good luck. AJD & LJG. 

Eric Charles Holloway 

There's a race of men that don't fit in, 

A race that can't stand still; 

So they break the hearts of kith and kin, 

And they roam the world at will. 

They rage the field and they rove the 


And they climb the mountain's crest; 

Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood, 

And they don't know how to rest. 

And each forgets, as he strips and runs 

With a brilliant, fitful pace, 

It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones 

Who win in the lifelong race. 

And each forgets that his youth has fled, 

Forgets that his prime is past, 

Til he stands one day with a hope that's 


In the glare of the truth at last. 

— Robert W. Service 


The Brigade: Twenty-Ninth Company 

Michael Eugene Gieg 

"Hobble" came to us from Bakersfield, 
CA. Can you say flannel shirts and Levis? 
Drawn by a need to see the world and a 
love for "Old Spice," Mike came to Navy. 
It was here Mike developed his prone posi- 
tion (seated at his Compaq computer with 
a green glow on his face). For the next year 
Hobble would develop new interests; YP's, 
Sup's List, and tension. Having survived 
plebe year, Mike had only three more easy 
years to study and work on his computer 
degree. WRONG! The corruption of his 
classmates soon led Mike away from YP's 
and computers to such delights as 
yachting, Marblehead, Jimmy Buffet, and 
cerveza. Hobble's daily summer routine 
. . . 1700 race ends, 1705 "Zeus, have a cou- 
ple beers," 1710 "Zeus, I didn't know the 
fish were hungry!" First class year Hobble 
is a new man with a new truck, and a new 
set of friends. We love you, Hobble De 
Gieg. "Hey! You want that food?" Good 
luck with that Nuke stuff! CWH. 

Robert Anderson Goodbody 

Rob's goals for his plebe year first became 
evident to us when he announced that he 
could not wait to party with the guy in the 
next room. Unfortunately for him this was 
during a platoon wide discussion with his 
platoon leader Zoey. Rob spent most of 
that year struggling with academics and 
debating with his first class as to the im- 
portance of sailing: "I got a regatta, Sir!" 
Rob took youngster year well, enjoying his 
drinking rights, and an exclusive apart- 
ment on the Severn? Don't ask him about 
second class year. Marine option cruise in 
Hawaii tanned Rob a new shade of green; 
some of us still believe it was from too 
many Mai tais. Good luck in the corps! 

Thomas Copp Graves 

Tom came to us from nearby Chevy 
Chase, which was farther away than the 
map shows due to his grades. Tom, Lee, 
and Greg made it through plebe year; Lee 
left but was missed. A recruited soccer 
player, Tom's chronic injuries led him to 
managing the Tennis team, for which he 
proudly wears his "N." Only those who got 
to go out with Tom and Jodi ever saw him 
on the weekends, the rest had to settle for 
his obnoxious presence in the hall. 
Seriously, Willis was always willing to buy 
a round for the guys. He fought through 
three years of grades, accumulating a few 
drops of gravy. 1/c year, Tom learned to 
get better grades by postponing NL till 
2nd semester. Off to sail the seven seas, we 
wish Tom and Jodi the best of luck. GNH 

Louis John Gregus 

Louie came from the breeding ground of 
midshipmen, New Jersey, who knows 
what exit. He arrived at age thirty-five 
with the desire to be a company com- 
mander and a SWO daddy. By senior year 
he had run out three roommates and was 
well on his way to success as a striper. 
Damn, along came Chris and Al and 
neither one would leave. Oh well, then 
we'll have to be friends — three egos, one 
world; TIGHT FIT! Youngster year meant 
the '65 pony (LOU, It's December and the 
top's down!) and trips to Schaefer's where 
Lou picked up the first in a series of "bad 
colds." It's OK, Lou, "The Thing That Ate 
Delaware" won't follow you West. We had 
some pretty great trips, too; The Magic 
Boat was truly a "Magic Evening." First 
Class year gave Lou Company Com- 
mander, Nuke SWO, and a glowing future 
(HA!). There's room at the top for at least 
three. CWH & AJD. 

William Ernest Howe 

Billy Ray came to USNA from Augusta, 
Georgia. (Ray is still processing the paper - 
work.) Ah! William E. Coyote, 
Supergenious! Billy Ray had many ambi- 
tions and plans over his four years. We 
could always count on Ray for time 
management skills — psych! You can con- 
sult E.F. Howegouge for corny financial 
advice, but it will cost you $500. Bill had 
things well in hand youngster year; he 
could sling it with the best of them in 3/c 
boxing. Billy Ray was our finest adjutant. 
That's D-E-L-E-G-A-T-E! Narcoleptic 
Bill found the perfect cure for not sleeping 
in class. He came up with some alarming 
solutions to his problem (three of them in 
fact). During 2/c cruise, Bill single- 
handedly took on the entire Soviet fleet at 
Norfolk. Next on his agenda is a duty sta- 
tion physically closer to the enemy — 
Yokoska, Japan. Thanks, Ray, for putting 
up with me, Paul Schaefer and the NBC 
organ. Thanks for all the laughs. Good 
luck in the Far East! DMQ, JPC, TCG. 

Roy Rodriquez Ledesma 

Playboy Roy made that long trip to An- 
napolis from the suburbs of Los Angeles 
with a year-long stop in Newport, where 
he proved that 12 hours of sleep a day is 
what you need to finish at the top of your 
class. Roy was recruited to play hoops; 
however, things didn't work out, and Navy 
missed a great outside shooter. Roy 
thought that being an engineer was for 
him until he faced Statics and Graphics 
and decided that he'd prefer more time for 
sleep and hoops, and switched to being a 
mathematician. Roy wasn't the Playboy 
for nothing and his ever-present smile 
(and some beers) could start a conversa- 
tion with anyone. Roy was also known as 
Julie, company cruise director, the intrigu- 
ing Brown Hornet, and a "hell on the 
Hudson" champ as LF (Class of '10) 
knows. Playboy Roy is finally heading 
back west to California (San Diego) for 
some sun, fun, Coronas, and to be a sur- 
face "warrior." Good Luck, Buddy! JFM. 

Michael John Lombardo 

USNA is a place of change for all those 
who attend . . . Mike is no exception to the 
rule. Via the great plebe scramble, Mike 
found himself surrounded by a new group 
of classmates who quickly befriended the 
naive "Lump" from Connecticut. Lump's 
youngster year was characterized by an in- 
fatuation with a certain plebette who 
finally consented to a date after Herndon 
. . . His female frustrations were just 
beginning. Second class year EE blues led 
Mike to the Ac-Board and resulted in 
another LTM. Mike's bout with prohibi- 
tion ended on his 21st B-Day with his first 
taste of alcohol. The year ended with the 
infamous letter . . . thank God for the JAG 
corp. First class year . . . 4th of July in 
New York . . . BB61 . . . extraordinary taxi 
cab rides? The unforgettable Mr. Dubbs 
. . . the beautiful dancer Lump met at 
Jason's, saw twice and blew off . . . didn't 
we teach you anything? Best wishes to our 
SWO buddy in Japan . . . keep that coffee 
mug full! HDG. 

James Faulk Merna 

Although Jimbo has a short trip to USNA 
from his home in Lanham, Maryland 
every weekend, it took him a year in 
Newport to get here and find his first love 
— sailing. Graduating in the top of his 
class at NAPS, he had plenty of time to 
brush up on his billiards. Jimbo's hard 
work in academics and sailing at USNA 
paid off for him; as he received his nuke 
bonus (SWO style); and a few trophies for 
getting a good tan, going to yacht club par- 
ties, and even for winning a few races. He 
was also known to be a "shmoove" 
operator, especially after a few beers with 
the boys; however, he thought it was time 
to hang up the ole topsiders and 
"shmooveness" for his true love, Shannon. 
The nuke bonus is now a diamond ring, 
and I hope to see Jim and Shannon down 
in Mayport. Good Luck, Buddy! RRL. 

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Keith Roy Peden 

Keith came to Crabtown from the Great 
Pacific North-West (?). Plebe year proved 
to be quite an experience for "The Two 
Hundred and Forty Pound Christmas 
Freak." Keith got his first taste of Navy 
medicine during spring break and an in- 
vitation to meet the Supe around the "Big 
Green Table" later in the year. Youngster 
year found Keith scrambled to good old 
29. He started out on a bad foot when he 
unknowingly hit one of his new 
classmates, a man destined for Honor 
Czardom, with a "milk bomb." Second 
class year found Keith engaged with a 
class in Advanced Christmas Decorating. 
Keith plunged into first class year as 
NAVY's Super Shot Putter. There were 
many days when Keith aired his 
displeasure to AJ, but things seemed to 
settle down after Hepts. None of us will 
ever forget the man who started playing 
Christmas Music during First Class 
Parents Weekend and decorated the room 
Halloween. Best of luck to a good friend 
and roommate. MJL '87. 

Brett Matthew Pierson 

Grease under his nails, Brett arrived to 
spend plebe year with Chuck and Oly. His 
roomies heard tales of Sebring and Alice, 
but another character assumed the leading 
role at Ring Dance. As a youngster, Brett 
scrambled to 29 ... Alice fell by the 
wayside, and 2/c year saw the advent of 
the Happy Campers, whose exploits are 
too numerous and bold to be recounted 
here. Firstie year — "dude, you would not 
believe" — meet me at Davis, and I'll tell 
all, as soon as my check is good. The car 
was finally legal (at least in the eyes of 
USNA), the bike questionable — but what 
a poster it made. The rewards of per- 
sistence finally paid off at Christmas and 
suddenly weekends with Sylvia took on 

Crimary importance; we wish you both the 
est. Brett fogged a mirror in May, so he 
went fleetward to do what he does best: go 
higher, farther, and FASTER than anyone 
else. Best of luck, BP. Don't die not know- 
ing, and remember, horsepower is the 
ultimate goal. CDM '87. 

David Michael Quint 

Didja hear the one about the squid from 
Georgia who went to Congress? Neither 
did we. Har! Har! Har! After living with 
space cadets for three years, you would 
think he'd be a shoe-in for NASA. Dave 
came to Crabtown with a yearning for the 
vast blue expanses of sky, a firm trust in 
God, an inexhaustible supply of patience, 
and an unbearable sense of humor. He tor- 
tured Big Al on the hour-long vader ride. 
Dave can't be accused of following in his 
brother's footsteps. While the eldest Quint 
pushed electrons for four years, Dave 
shoveled words. The few, short years here 
have brought their changes, too. Dave 
wasn't a holier-than-thou zealot when he 
stepped through the Academy gates on I- 
day. But he'll be pounding the BIBLE 
when he leaves. And who would have 
thought that Bach could be played so 
loud? Dave will have a blast in P-Cola. 
He'll have to get used to some Filipino 
food first. If they can't take a joke . . . 

Alan McElwee Rodgers 

Shmoov Al left sunny NC and arrived at 
Annapolis via a stop in snowy Newport, 
RI. Al had all the answers when he arrived 
at USNA. This attitude fit perfectly into 
the atmosphere of "The Club." After being 
routed into 29 he spent the next couple of 
semesters living on the edge. A quick chat 
with the Dant and he decided to set his 
sights on graduation. Being from Tobacco 
Road, Al constantly kept the boys inform- 
ed of how his North Carolina teams in the 
ACC were doing. Also, with those "Solid 
Gold" moves on the dance floor, Al was 
never at a loss for an evening's partner. Al 
started on the 150's team as a plebe and 
lettered three times as a defensive end. 
After a brief stint with Aerospace 
Engineering he decided that General was 
better. I know that in his future as a Navy 
pilot, Al will continue to speak his mind, 
regardless of the consequences, just as he 
will continue to monopolize the mirrors 
checking that "high" hairline. See ya in 
P-Cola. Good Luck, Buddy! AJS. 

Anthony John Sindoni 

Tony came to us from an exit off the NJ 
turnpike, bringing with him a desire for 
nuclear power, a 14 inch neck, and a quiet 
personality. Leaving, he takes with him a 
16 1/2 inch neck, a selection for wings of 
gold, and an outgoing personality. 
Everyone liked Tony, especially the 
women, which suited him fine. Along the 
way Tony earned three varsity letters on 
the 150's football team. He had a great 
pair of hands both on and off the field. As 
time went by he also developed a desire for 
the light of night instead of day so, 
General Engineering became his ticket for 
twelve ounce curls. The company food rep, 
and a great guy; there is no one else I 
would rather have roomed with for the last 
three years. Its been a blast. Frankens- 
tein!?! See ya in P-Cola. Good Luck, Bud- 
dy! AMR. 

Steven Michael Sylvester 

Sly arrived at USNA via NAPS and the 
USMC. A Southern California native, Sly 
tried his best to disprove the myth that 
Califomians were laid back. Youngster 
year found him chasing after Fourth Class 
Females, a trend which would continue in 
the future. Sly also began his involvement 
with the Plebe Indoc System by standing 
room tours for "Ripping Racks." None of 
us will ever forget 2-for-7 night. That was 
the night he proved gravity worked. 
Somewhere along the way, Sly developed 
an interest in jumping out of perfectly 
good airplanes. This habit led to large 
knives and command of the Airborne 
Training Unit. First Class year started 
with Sly spending his Friday Nights with 
"The Older Woman." When that fizzled 
out Sly turned to climbing rocks and other 
structures (i.e. Bancroft Hall). As USNA 
looses a CA the Corps gains an officer who 
will without a doubt become "SUPER 
GRUNT." Best of luck to a great friend! 

John Leroy Wells 

John, aka Eviel Knieval, came to Navy 
from the booming metropolis of Eckert, 
CO. While at the Naval Academy, he 
distinguished himself for his driving feats. 
Who else would attempt to jump a guard 
rail doing 60 mph? Although he has pro- 
ven himself daring at times, he still main- 
tains an Arnold-type physique and stays 
in top shape without even trying. Did you 
say "Ladies-man"? Well not only does his 
middle initial stand for LeRoy, it stands 
for "Love 'em . . . love 'em all." John is the 
only guy I know who can get five calls in 
one night from five different women. Does 
Lisa know about Becky or Robyn? Who is 
Julie? We never did find out his secret. 
John has had a diverse military career, Ar- 
my and Navy, so naturally he decided on 
the Marine Corps. As he likes jumping 
from planes and freezing in Alaska, the 
Corps is a good choice for him. Maybe 
they will be able to tame his adventurous 
spirit. Make sure you give yourself a break 
to smell the roses sometime. 

James Edwin Willcockson 

If you had to take a wild guess at where 
Jim came from you'd have to say outer 
space or Los Angeles. If he wasn't writing 
letters to his European sweetie you'd most 
likely find him at the library, the digital 
lab, or the design lab. Jim was a hard- 
working EE geek, often pulling late- 
nighters just to practice neck gyrations, 
eyelid stretches, and thousand-yard 
stares. Jim took pride in being a walking 
Ships and Aircraft and applied his profes- 
sional prowess as a NAVTAG warrior and 
PCR champ. Don't let this fool you, 
though. Jim may have been a gentleman in 
the hall, but he was a regular maniac on 
the playing field. He once cracked so- 
meone's skull open with his chin! Off the 
field, after an all night bash in G-town, 
Heinz offered to produce a gray version of 
himself at no cost. What a guy! Ah, yes, H. 
Edvin Veal-hock-sunt. A nice guy, always 
willing to help out, a fine addition to the 
Silent Service. Good luck. Orlando, here 
he comes! ARC, DMQ. 

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Andrew William Rowe 

Andy, alias Bobbalou, set sail upon an il- 
lustrious career in the Navy by first join- 
ing as an ET nuke. After a brief spell as an 
ET he decided to continue his masochistic 
tendencies by coming to Canoe U. and ma- 
joring in EE. By forsaking weekends and 
all those cute Maryland women, he was 
somehow able to make it through all those 
wonderfully easy courses. He came to us 
from the far-off land of Oregon. He says 
it's somewhere between Washington and 
California, but I still can't find it on the 
map. The Boy Scouts have their motto, 
the Naval Academy has its motto, and An- 
dy has his. "Life's a female dog, and a dif- 
ferential in pressure (think of a vacuum), 
and then you marry one that doesn't and 
then you die. "(edited) By the beginning of 
first class year this somewhat demented 
outlook on life would change. Andy getting 
married? I hope that ring you bought was 
worth your nuke bonus. Good luck to you 
and Cindy! EH. 

Danford Elias Sammons 

Dan opted for the relaxation of Annapolis 
during the summer of '83 rather than the 
excitement of Newport during the Cup 
races. Having the special talent for bring- 
ing attention to himself, Dan made the 
most out of plebe year. He was so efficient 
in the management of his time, he was 
often seen practicing his manual of arms 
while doing chow calls. Even as a 
sophomore, Dan continued the traditional 
"Message to Garcia." So determined to get 
down to Lauderdale, he and his roommate 
sold their broken-down heap for $100 and 
hitched the rest of the way. As a junior he 
sprouted academically but received con- 
tinual reminders that he was attending a 
military institution. Finally, as a senior, he 
used his military prowess to become the 
best wardroom president "Stand in Line" 
ever had. And with tutoring received from 
his roommates he occasionally partakes 
with bikers with butterfly and rose tat- 
too's. Good luck in Orlando, Dan. 

Thomas Michael Schwab 

Tom came to us from St. Charles, IL, a 
place renowned for its beaches, which 
helps explain his incredible swimming 
ability. He threw himself into academics 
for two years until he decided that there 
was something (someone?) more worthy 
of his time. Second class year brought the 
happy campers, Greg Harris training, and 
his lowest grades ever. Does anyone see 
any connections? As a firstie Tom learned 
about life, love, and the pursuit of stripes, 
he racked up three of them and took full 
advantage of all the benefits that came 
with them. He impressed the entire 
Brigade of Midshipmen, and the band, 
with the adjutant strut at parades. We 
finally convinced him of the value of going 
the Southern way and there's still hope for 
him if he can avoid being too weak. We 
wish him luck as a Nuke SWO and we're 
all sure he'll do "real good, real good." 
Remember Tom, as long as it seems like 
the thing to do, do it and we'll all be back 
at Davis soon. BMP '87. 

Michael Thomas Sheerin 

Like his father, "Michael T" joined the 
Navy. He began his career with the 
BOOST program in San Diego, where he 
grew attached to the finer aspects of west 
coast life. Mike left SD for Canoe-U with a 
little Southern CA still in his blood. With 
patience and hard work, Mike was off to 
USNA. Mike taught us all something 
about integrity and honor as the Brigade 
Honor Chairman. "The Man, the Myth" 
also chaired our Wednesday Afternoon 
"Social Club." He learned an appreciation 
for "Newton" and Kirchoff. Not to miss 
any opportunity, Mike learned how squids 
do things while spending two weeks on a 
yawl to Bermuda . . . pretty ruff huh, 
Mike? Pensacola should be a welcomed 
break for the Marine's perfect pilot. Mike 
you've been a friend and a source of sanity 
to those of us who know you well. Your 
destiny is sure to be marked with great 
success. So we said to ourselves . . . selves, 
we'll miss you! CWH. 

Timothy John Wolf 

Wolfy had to cross the prairies of South 
Dakota to join "the boys" here at USNA. 
His quiet and serious personality hid his 
burning desires for many things. Wolfy 
always had the scent but he was too shy to 
move in for the kill. Being a Poli Sci ma- 
jor, Tim was a master at getting the gouge. 
Still, he could be found typing those 
papers at the last minute. His many in- 
volvements (honor, statistician, class 
secretary, headphone man) took up most 
of his time. Tim's love for Navy sports, the 
Celtics, and the Raiders made it impossi- 
ble to argue about any of them. His sports 
habits carried into our room with the late 
nite main events and the one-on-ones, 
from which he is still licking his wounds. 
TJ will once again cross the prairies and 
mountains so he can prowl the beaches of 
San Diego as a surface warrior. Watch out 
for the Gummi Warriors "roommate", 
they could be anywhere. It's 3 AM find 
Calvin and send mom's food. Good Luck, 
Buddy! MJD. 

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CAPT Susan Sitler 

The Class of 1987 

Row One: Jeff Lay, Rod DeWalt, Jim Bates, Ivan Pagan, Rudy Saldivar, Joseph Piontek, Paul Kurisky, Bob Harrington, 
John Gasperino Row Two: Arthur Trahan, John Plourde, Timothy Roylance, Dave Lester, Jason Hardebeck, Michael Jor- 
dan, Matthew Jordan Row Three: John Pinnata, James Holbrook, Rosendo Rodriguez, Eric Wood, William Cody Gram- 
mer, Daniel McMillan, Mark Mykleby, Paul Schoenbucher, David Postoll Not Shown: Brian Humm, Stephen Roth, Daniel 
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Fall Staff 

Company Commander: Eric E. Wood 
Company Sub Commander: Brian N. Humm 
Company Adjutant: Rosendo J. Rodriguez 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Skip Trahan 
Company Sub Commander: Paul Kurisky 
Company Adjutant: Ivan Pagan 

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Row One: Tim Conway, Milton Guz- 
man, John Freese, David Madigan, 
Dennis Sullivan, Chris Rackow, Bill 
Macchione, Terry Moran, Todd Mac- 
Donald Row Two: Missy Cummings, 
Laura Stroman, John Church, Steve 
Coughlin, Chris Warren, Robert Simi, 
Keith Beals, Christopher Dirks, 
Robert Grasse, Richard Canedo, Mat- 
thew Treaster, Charisse Mann, An- 
nette Schlutermann Row Three: 
Michael Milo, Scott Lowry, Thomas 
Gaffney, Michael Qualey, Douglas 
Hill, Jon Swanson, Andrew Shaw, 
Michael Bynum, David Romberger 

The Class of 

Row One: Charles Henderson, Mark 
Jorgensen, Brent Sunderland, Marc 
Pedalino, Edward Toppi, Lee 
Modesitt, Todd Nichols, Paul 
Radomski, Chris Fraticelli Row 
Two: Jonathan Williams, William 
Snead, Michael Hanna, John Olsen, 
Tyler Frautschi, Shaun Flanagan, 
Paul Gallagher, Rich Beutter, Kevin 
Paschal, Thad Nisbett, Bob Cady, 
Nicky Rigopoulos, Thomas Farina, 
Sean McCarthy, Daniel Gentry, 
Robert Stevens Row Three: Mike 
McShane, Jose Garza, William Hoff- 
man, Christopher Smith, Joseph 
LePage, Jay LaPoint, Victor 
Newsom, Matt Sandoval, Tom Coker, 
Robert Busby, Nick Etten 

The Class of 

Row One: Darren Coston, Robert 
Ferrante, Cindy Schultz, Kimberly 
Fowler, Laura Williams, Denise 
Leadham, Kathyanne Cardinal, 
Timothy Chou, Thomas Moriarty 
Row Two: Michael Renegar, Craig 
Foster, Marco Herr, Michael Kircher, 
Richard Schoenwiesner, Timothy 
Feldhausen, Christopher Ross, Jay 
Jamison, Paul Krush, Arthur Gibb, 
Ernesto DeLaRivaherrera, Dwight 
Barnett, Patrick VonzurMuehlen, 
Daniel Tejada, Donald Elam, Harold 
Hunt Row Three: Stuart Wauchope, 
Alex Mercier, John Burns, Steven 
Rutherford, Larry Halvorsen, James 
Stowe, Kenneth Clark, Timothy 
Chain, Paul Webber, Eric Wiese, 
Stephen Koch 

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MIDN Michael P. Jordan 
Good luck, good sailing, 
and "chin in." We proudly 
cheer for you and toast to 
your success. Mom and Dad. 

With God as your co-pilot 
you will always find a 
safe port in a storm. 
God bless you and Congrat- 
ulations, Tim and Class of 
87-Family of Tim Roylance. 
To the Class of '87- 
Good luck in the future. 
Mr. and Mrs. Harold Tastle 
Margaret, Don, Brian 
Steve, Kathie, Georgia. 

You are special! 

To Marko: one who's never 
lost sight of his goals; 
You've done super for a 
kid who couldn't tie his 
shoes. Love, Mom and Dad! 

Congratulations to Ensign 
James Bates! We knew you 
could do it! We are very 
proud of you and we love 
you very much. God bless 
you and your classmates as 
you set out on new 
ventures. Mom, Dad, 
Elaine, Ken. 

We are proud to be your 
parents, skip. May you 
and the Class of '87 ask 
God for wisdom and 
guidance as you serve your 
country. Love, Mom and 

Eric (Rick) Wood 
Best wishes to the man 
who has always made us 
look good as parents! Fred 
and Allison Wood. 

Rosendro Javier Rodriguez 
Jav, the Best of Luck to 
you always from the Woods 
of Rochester, Michigan. 

Where excellence counts 
there goes you my son, 
Jeff Lay, 30th Co. '87. 
How proud your family and 
hometown of Maineville, 
Ohio are of you. Fly with 
the angels and may God 
keep you in his sights 
always. Love, "Mom." 

Congratulations to you 
both Mike 'n John-now you 
can smile again! 
Love, Mom, Dad and Jackie. 


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James Albert Bates 

Spot, the man who hid for four years. He 
came out only on the weekends to drink, 
drink, and drink. Funny, because that's 
what the rest of us did while struggling to 
maintain a 2.0. Struggle is not in Jim's 
vocabulary. Fluff skated by with a 3.8. 
Hmmmm. Youngster year was the year 
that Jim became famous for rooming with 
the infamous 30th Company criminal. 
Leavinworth's not so bad. That year also 
had Jim doing thirty days hard time for 
gross disrespect of a superior. Actually he 
muttered the word "wimp" to a member of 
'85 but mentioning '85 says it all. Suddenly 
first class year was upon us. Jim had his 
nuke bonus, IROC Z, maxed out Mas- 
tercard, and, yes, a girlfriend. Now he's 
headed for the USS Valley Forge where 
I'm sure he'll hide for another five years. 
The boys of thirty wish you luck! Smooth 
sailing. RFS. 

Rodney Paul DeWalt 

My first encounter with Rod came young- 
ster cruise. Showing his love for Navy Air, 
he regurgitated his own form of jet wash 
on a pier in Japan. Rod went into hiding 
third class year before his flames lit as 
'87+2 swore in. Second class year meant 
showing Frosh how things were. Liberty 
belonged to Kim, finding wilderness in a 
bush outside her dorm after G'town. His 
only bad night came before ring dance as 
we tried to show the woops how to bring 
six-pack fur into their cages. I still hear 
the bottle crashing on the stairs. Sucking 
that scene down solo, 4-2 became home. 
Rod beat 'em anyway, riding the Magna 
between musters. With his first class ster- 
eo loan, Rod amassed the biggest, baddest 
set of sound propulsion equipment ever, as 
Bancroft suffered daily jet blasts. He loved 
it so much he declined the Dirty 30 lead to 
stay put. The guy knows you make it up 
there, not here. Keep turnin' & burnin', 
you KNOB. See you at the top! Jeff. 

John Patrick Gasperino 

For someone who, according to NAPS, did 
not have the aptitude to make it here, this 
Japanese-Italian from the Nevada desert 
has done quite well for himself. He has 
survived the clean room as well as py- 
rotechnic cleaning device experiments. 
Rat's academic endeavors were never 
great, but he always made the classroom 
interesting. Bob the Steamman, Old Dr. 
Walters, the girl from New Jersey, and 
everyone who ever had their uniform 
items switched around while they slept 
will never forget him. However, John did 
distinguish himself with weapons, the 
High Power Rifle founder and Varsity Ri- 
fle Captain was as on target at range as he 
was in the gopher fields and around bells. 
Rat will now get to move aircraft from 
inside the cockpit and not have to push 
them around. We can only hope that he 
keeps his oxygen mask empty. The only 
question remaining is will he be at grad- 
uation since Ike is coming down? Fly 
High! TimTim. 

William Cody Grammer 

Living with Cody was a true education. 
How not to sweat the small stuff, how to 
lose twenty pounds in two weeks (and gain 
it all back in four days), how to create the 
perfect bulletin board, how to believe that 
with the proper mental attitude anything 
was possible, and how to have a good time 
without getting into too much trouble were 
all some of Cody's lessons. Whenever the 
pressures of life began to close in, Cody 
was the voice of reason saying, "We'll be 
OK now, the way I figure it ... " Usually 
he was right. One of the few Stephen King 
Passages that he did not inflict upon me 
was, "I'll never again have friends like I 
did back then. Hell, who does?" If that's 
true, I'm glad that I can call Cody my 
friend. The Marine Corps is getting a fine 
officer, and more importantly a good guy. 

Matthew James Jordan 

From the Golden State, Matt went to ex- 
citing Prep school, then "Good Times 
Ten, Sir!" Matt and the Men From Ten 
grew into the Riva Boys who saw their way 
south for a few spring breaks . . . remem- 
ber? I didn't think so. Each time we came 
back with half the number of brain cells we 
started with. The Boys picked green as 
their favorite color for reasons left unsaid. 
Matt's weekends were automatically writ- 
ten off as well as some weekdays . . . thank 
God for Reef Points! During Matt's tenure 
here he felt he was rushing things and 
decided to do a little traveling. After com- 
ing back much older and wiser Matt be- 
came the lush that he is now. What would 
we have done without Tom?! Matt loved 
the traveling life so much, the gator force 
is getting him back. Hey, dude, it's finally 
over! What's that saying, "Four years to- 
gether by the bay, one year together at 
sea?" Oh ya, I guess I should call you 
"IRA" one last time for the guys. Ya gotta 
like that! RR. 

Michael Phillip Jordan 

Mike came to us from San Antonio, Texas, 
via Sweet Sixteen. After an exciting 
youngster year in 30, Mike was ready for 
Protramid, Second Class summer. That 
summer was supposed to clear up your 
service selection, but Mike was more con- 
fused than ever, because he wanted to do 
everything. That summer we met Matt 
and had a lot of good times. Second Class 
ac-year, Mike realized that physics was 
not an easy major, but he did have time to 
join the bowling team and earn a letter 
sweater. First Class year brought us more 
money, and cars to spend it on. For Mike, 
this combination led to weekly trips to 
Pennsylvania or Virginia. Finally, when 
service selection came up, Mike realized 
that surface line really is mighty fine. So in 
closing, to a good friend, best of luck in all 
you do. JEP. 

Paul Joseph Kurisky 

PJK arrived for his four year sentence 
from faraway Balm'er, Md. Pablo man- 
aged (quite thoroughly) to destroy an un- 
natural self-imposed geek world. Like 
when he made his own port-a-potty at 
Dorothy's, or by sharing Larry's dating 
service with his pals. Paul was even show- 
ing affection for a uniform-clad woman on 
Spring Break in Daytona . . .Yo! Lighten 
up, Francis. Paul's overall charm was per- 
fected with his cream-colored, scope mo- 
bile, "81" Corvette, first class year, until it 
was literally grounded behind Halsey . . . 
but alas, as with Shelley, Pablo's persis- 
tence should pay off! With his home serv- 
ing as a center of operations on weekends, 
Paul and the K's saved many a Mid from 
Mother B. We all basked in the love, 
warmth and excellent cooking provided by 
Mr. & Mrs. K. Thanks! Above all, Paul's 
outgoing personality and quick smile guar- 
antees that his many friends will always 
cherish the good times. Take care and 
good luck! JBS. 

Jeffrey Edward Lay 

I first encountered Jeff youngster cruise 
when his high-flying attitude landed on 
the decks of the Hill. 30 kts and 15° lists 
didn't light his burner, thus began his fa- 
mous rapport with the black-shoes. Even 
Korean cabs felt his need for speed as we 
learned how much $5 buys. Youngster year 
found him roaming in search of hot bands 
and cold beer, but RP caught him with his 
pants down, then he contributed to Dirty's 
3-year reign of Smoke Hall. Second class 
cruise taught him the cost of a snickers — 
20&20! No better way of lighting the torch 
for ac-year. The year's highlight was 
watching Brian's bewildered look as the 
Fish opened his eyes to Navy life. First 
class cruise found us together again yank- 
ing around the restless jib and bobbing on 
the Atlantic. But the tide was against him 
when he floated 8th wing into the Severn 
teaching the young ones a lesson. Oh well, 
we all had to share the joy of 3-striper libs 
sometime! See you at the top, pulse! Rod. 


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Jason Dee Hardebeck 

Jason came from a small town in Nevada 
straight out of high school- his four year 
mission: to fly jets (what else?). However, 
a mechanical engineering degree took its 
toll. He survived the rocket, cables, and 
occasional all-nighter getting a project 
done ("team Xerox" = Kathy, Jon, Geoff, 
Chris and Jason!). Then Jason's eyes went 
bye-bye, and the Navy didn't look too bad 
after precoms. In fact, it looked pretty 
damn good (especially that $4,000 check!). 
It's a good thing he went nuke, too. He 
owns the world's most expensive Triumph 
Spitfire! (Countless weekends and repair 
and parts bills will attest to that!) He was 
the resident zookeeper in 30, with a 
mouse, crab, and an occasional insect. 
Louis and Jason were inseparable, as the 
group picture will show. (Say Cheese, Lou- 
is!) Anyway, four years here had its good 
times, its bad times, but mostly it was just 
a royal pain. Bye all! P.S. Rudes, I'm still 
sorry about your dog! 

Robert Scott Harrington 

Bob entered the Academy right from the 
enlisted ranks of the Fleet. He has always 
been older than the rest of the class so 
naturally he took the position of Papa. 
Being in this position, all his friends 
looked up to him for advice. He always was 
willing to give it because he didn't need it 
himself. Although Bob wanted to fly, he 
decided to go Supply Corps, because of his 
love for warehouses and loading docks. He 
also plans to go Medical Service Corps, 
because he loves nurses as well. Good luck 
with everything! I will see you in the fleet! 
You supply 'em and I'll fly 'em! The Rat. 

James Howard Holbrook 

I have known Jim for almost four years 
now. Over that time he has been known as 
Chicken-Hawk, Hambone, Bonehead . . . 
Jim was brought up in Hyden, Kentucky. 
Mondays are always filled with joy when 
The Thousand Sticks News and the Leslie 
County Newspaper arrive from home. We 
always anxiously anticipate Tabitha 
Field's latest bit of literary genius. Oh, how 
I love to read about catching frogs and 
shooting squirrels. The most significant 
characteristic that I've observed is his in- 
tense determination. For instance, he 
stayed under-water for ten straight weeks 
so he could add to his ribbon collection. He 
is so determined to keep his Trans-Am 
clean that he rarely drives it on those dirty 
Annapolis streets. Most importantly, he is 
so determined to graduate with a EE de- 
gree that he has sacrificed his weekends, 
and even his spring break to earn it. Jim, 
remember to believe in the gouge, BJ, and 
yourself, because you can do anything. 

Brian Nicholas Humm 

From the sheltered life of suburbia, Brian 
Humm was accepted into the loving arms 
of Mother B. Plebe year in 3rd company 
had its adjustments, but his life was still 
safe and secure until he moved to Dirty 
Thirty and met us. Following in the foot- 
steps of ALBE, Brian quickly learned the 
ins and outs of living between two alien 
beings (a Puerto Rican and a hillbilly). He 
learned about the locker monster, that the 
10 second rule is always in effect, but never 
when you think it is, and not to leap from 
the top raclc before you can open your 
eyes. Brian quickly became one of the 
most popular in the company because of 
his ability to entertain us. From the power 
trip of smashing a debate opponent with a 
well-turned phrase to the helplessness of 
having a girlfriend at Oberlin College 
(Jane Fonda U.). Brian showed his mas- 
tery of the English language to anyone 
who would listen. LL & P. Your friend and 
roomie, Cody. 

David Robert Lester 

Although his parents live in Fairfax, Dave 
is convinced that he's really from Pitts- 
burgh. After living with Mo-Lester for 3 
years, I'm not sure either city would claim 
him! Who in their right mind would want a 
man who dresses in style, drives a Z-28 
Camaro, gets the grades, plays the sax- 
aphone, gets selected for nuke power, and 
on top of that, has a wonderful fiance? Of 
course it wasn't always quite that good. 
Youngster year was full of bad memories 
from Bojangles or Dahlgren bricks. Re- 
member, if a girl stops you while you're 
running in the yard, she's not after you for 
your outstanding personality! If you 
should become forgetful in later years and 
begin to lose things, look under the sink! If 
someone takes the liberty of telling you of 
your condition be sure to ask them "Am I 
really?" No need to tell you to do well in 
nuke school as I'm certain you will. Best 
wishes and good luck to you and Angie- 
babe on your new life together. Daddy. 

Daniel George McMillan 

Dan, Dano, Danny Mac. Dan the man 
McMillan. Why'd you do it, Danny? What 
happened to the lacrosse stick? Po's nav 
kit? All the coat hangers? Dan, you pushed 
that cop at the 'Vous first. That's all right, 
we went to the station anyway. USNA's 
combination of Dwight Yoakum and Bob 
Dylan. Dan, Dan, Dan. Did you study? 
Sure you did, Dano. Mac's walking on his 
hands again. She's not very pleasant to 
look at. Buy me a beer, buddy. Can't do 
that in public, son. Lawns make good 
driveways, don't they, Dano? Nice right to 
the head, Rocky! From head restrictee to 
anchor man in one semester and still mak- 
ing people think you're completely normal! 
Want to know what is scariest of all? The 
guy is really going to make a hell of an 
officer. But first, he's gonna have a few 
beers with the boys. 

Mark Gary Mykleby 

Myk . . . Mykle Jar . . . always the one to 
drop his drawers and do a striptease at a 
party. It's amazing someone so stupid 
could be ranked so high in our class. Myk 
was always one for power drinkin' and 
liked to get abused by big-boned girls with 
names like "Spike." Never forget the hock- 
ey bus trips where he would eat anything, 
anywhere, anytime. Never would a hockey 
season pass when he would not get hit 
where it counts. Myk doesn't have morals, 
he has standards, and when his standards 
aren't met, he lowers them. Probably his 
only fault is that he is going to be a marine. 
Remember, a full glass is a happy glass. 

Ivan Roman Pagan 

Ivan came to USNA via the Naval Acad- 
emy Prep School from Lawrence, Mass. 
Like most Napsters, he spent most of 
plebe year trying to lay low. He survived, 
along with the majority of the boys in 31, 
only to be moved away and into 30th Com- 
pany in the plebe shuffle. However, he 
wasn't lucky enough to get rid of me. 
Looking back brings a lot of good (and 
weird) memories. Ivanman . . . SSHHH — 
Oh my God! . . . Thud — My neck, my 
neck — Hey, ole Rollins has got girls in 
there/ ALBE there/ It tastes like salt/ Art 
of noise/ Chewbacca lips/ 8th Wing Play- 
ers/ Rebecca don't even say hi/ Hey man, 
Puerto Ricans don't get a tan/ The locker 
monster/ Twilight Zone on the big three 
inch screen/ NAPS tailgater/ Wake me up 
in the morning when you run, Ivan/ Reset 
the alarm for 0659 on your way out, I'll run 
this afternoon. Thanks for being my 
friend. Thanks for putting up with me. 
Your roomie, Cody. 

The Brigade: Thirtieth Company 


John George Pinnata 

John didn't know what he was getting into 
when he arrived at the Severn River Coun- 
try Club, but he made the best of it. He 
liked Smoke Hall so much that when his 
roommates finished a sixty day stretch, he 
stood their last muster with them. The 
OOW was not amused. John came to ap- 
preciate Smoke Hall for the next thirty 
days while he thought about the error of 
his ways. After that experience, John came 
to realize that the Naval Academy was to 
be taken seriously. John even started look- 
ing sharp in uniform. It's too bad his stan- 
dards weren't quite as high as anyone 
else's. Especially a certain Marine Corps 
Colonel who fried him for a dirty uniform 
in church — he was altar boy that day. 
After that, John started concentrating his 
efforts on meeting some nice girls. John 
was that special type of guy that appre- 
ciated girls for their personality. In any 
case John's future in the Navy should car- 
ry him far. Good luck in the SWO ranks. 
Scott R. 

Joseph William Piontek 

Joe came to us from Puerto Rico via Eu- 
rope, Minnesota, and Louisiana. Initially 
on varsity swimming and volleyball teams, 
he then used his Spanish and German to 
run NAFAC and the German Club. Sing- 
ing, quick with a joke, story or smile, he 
made the dark days lighter. He inspires 
confidence in people and backs it by con- 
sistently going out of his way for you. His 
understanding, maturity and perception 
come from combining the love of his fam- 
ily with experiences of his many friends. 
On the lighter side, he'll be remembered as 
a ladies' man. The names would not fit 
here, but he'll always "be in the mood for a 
Melony," or Julie, or . . . German Forex, 
Batt staff, and outside lives weren't 
enough. Take care, and much fun in Mu- 
nich and P-Cola! 

John Edward Plourde 

I met John youngster year after the 1987 
scramble. I immediately noted his taste in 
women, especially Clara, or was it Carla, 
not to mention the girls at Dahlgren, es- 
pecially the one with the softball injury. 
John built a love life out of bricks. Second 
semester youngster year brought us a new 
roommate, the human mouth. Scamps, as 
he was known, and our other roommate 
Scott, Merry Christmas Scott, brought 
live entertainment for the Tuesday night 
fights. Second Class year found John ex- 
ploring the plumbing the sink after many 
indulging nights. First Class year brought 
John and I together in the adjutant's 
room. John worked closely with our new 
company officer. John has the utmost re- 
spect for all officers. Good luck, John, and 
don't absorb too many neutrons before we 
meet again. 

David Fredrick Postoll 

Podaddy . . . The Clerk . . . Shoulders (or 
the lack thereof). You could always count 
on him being glued to his computer play- 
ing the game of the week or wrapped up in 
his woobie clapping his feet screaming 
"Yahoo! I'm beautiful!!" You know he was 
the pride of New Jersey by the toxic fumes 
he was able to unleash at will. No one 
could figure out how the shoulderless, one- 
eyebrowed wonder could bang his head on 
a goalpost to warm up before stopping 
those screaming line-drives on the soccer 
field. Just about everyone owes mom and 
dad Podaddy rent for letting us stay in the 
only safe spot in New Jersey. Nobody will 
forget the "rememberabilia" of the Podad. 

Paul Eric Schoenbucher 

Schoey . . . Reggie . . . Schoenbrickten- 
schicken-Brachenbacher. How do you say 
his last name? It doesn't matter because 
you could always count on him having a 
beer in one hand and throwing you one 
with the other. Who'll ever forget the 
hockey trips, the tailgaters, or the June 
Weeks where Debauchery was the rule and 
decency was out the window? Do you 
think he ever made it through a hockey 
season without wrecking his shoulder? Do 
you think he ever studied for an entire 
semester? I tend to doubt it. At any rate, 
he was a swell fella who gave the big boned 
girls as much of a chance as the gorgeous 
babes at the bars. The bottom line is this: 
He was a normal guy. DFP, MGM. 
Thanks to my family and friends and es- 
pecially the guys on the hockey team. 
Without them this place would not have 
been bearable. PES. 

Daniel Benjamin Snyder 

You made it. The four leaf clover helped. 
You quit many times ("I should have gone 
to Duke"), but you always stayed. The 
brigade returned, plebe year began. Any- 
thing in the ceiling? 3/c cruise — Hong 
Kong, Japan, and Korea; you and Greg 
teamed up for an awesome performance. 
3/c year you were the music whiz 
"Madonna." Then came spring break, 
Lauderdale. '67 convertible Caddy, 151 
floaters, girls and the sun. 2/c cruise, 
P'Cola, the rent-a-wrecks, headbutts, and 
PJ's brawl. Quantico was Mac's 
umpalumpa's and then Bruce's. Clark's be- 
came the hangout, you and your stool 
found a new friend, Al. Another spring 
break and the 8 o'clock wakeups at the 
Elbow room with Marc and Stef. Ring 
Dance, "champagne baths." Off to Hawaii, 
the pink Cadillac, and 45 minute sleeps. 
1/c year was football, Atlantic City, Chi- 
cago, phantom weekends, and restriction. 
You did it all. 4 years, lifetime friends and 
memories. Watch out fleet, here comes 

Scott Thomas Stanford 

Scotty T . . . Scamps . . . Micro. Always the 
center, both on the court, and at the An- 
napolis bars. The. life of every party, en- 
tertaining with his "magic trick." The or- 
ganizer and host of some of the best 
tailgaters ... U. of M.? No one talks more, 
or louder. A sex addict? Who is the woman 
you love now? An ear for good music . . . 
sometimes. Pay the bills? Self inflicted 
tennis injuries? Lookin' to get arrested 
late at night. A sense of humor, an at- 
titude, a personality, and yes indeed, a 
friend. DGM. 

Arthur Francis Trahan 

Skip is known to his roommates as 
"daddy." I once thought the room was 
magic but later realized Skip was sweeping 
the deck and cleaning the sink. "Daddy, I 
lost a button off my shirt, and I don't know 
how to sew." "Daddy, I think I broke my 
car, what's wrong?" Skip is closer to mid- 
dle age than we are. Skip is a political 
scientist, and despite the influence of his 
two engineer roommates, has little interest 
in the technical aspects of the Navy. His 
sparce technical library and literal inter- 
pretation of the term study 'hour' led me 
to believe that the only thing Skip was 
interested in studying is his USNA wool 
blanket. Skip will excel in the Navy, if for 
no other reason, simply because he can get 
along with people so well. Maybe that's 
why he was our company commander. He 
knows more people than I can add up on 
my HP. It will be difficult for Skip to meet 
the entire Navy pilot community, but I 
know he's going to try. Good luck, Daddy. 


The Brigade: Thirtieth Company 

Rosendo Javier Rodriguez 

Rosendo Javier Rodriguez Rondon — the 
name does not exactly ring of an all- 
Amencan farm boy in search of glory from 
the boat school. An exchange student from 
Venezuala is more like it. After a couple 
lessons from Scamps and the boys on 
booze etiquette, Jav learned how not to 
drink. And at closing time, Javier always 
retained his moral senses. (Well, most of 
the time). The Latin-American lover was 
known to frequent the local dance halls 
with that look in his eye. Back in the hall, 
Jav was a loan shark, as both the U.S. and 
Venezualan governments paid him. His 
most redeeming qualities were patience 
and understanding. Few people possess 
the integrity that Jav does. My parents 
love him to death and are trying to work 
something out with the Venezualan gov- 
ernment about swapping sons. He is a 
super person and a great friend. I hope he 
remembers all this when he's an admiral in 
Venezuala and I want to party at his beach 
house in Caralos. 

Stephen Scott Roth 

Scott rattled through four years of wild 
times. He kicked off the fun via dining out 
chit to the Vous fourth class year. Then he 
rode into Dirty Thirty to wipe his slate 
clean. Escaping youngster year with yet 
one masonry momento, he found a call to 
explosives from chem lab. He tried bomb- 
ing the plebes second class year, leading to 
a personal in-house waterbed. They were 
no fun so Scott found the OOW a more 
entertaining target one night, playing the 
LT's wings to dodge his first deuce in 2 
years. Luck ran out and Scott returned to 
form with a worthwhile excursion with 
Johnny P to a "remote" college in upstate 
NY. It only cost him 3 months. He then 
proved first class year that your class- 
mates CAN doom you to 52 days Smoke 
Hall visitation for running from Doughboy 
in 20th to the tune of a 5K. All behind him 
now, he heads to sunny Orlando to clean 
his records again. Live it up and good luck 
always. Jeff. 

Timothy Matthew Roylance 

Tim flew in from Belleville, Illinois with 
one thing on his mind- Navy Air. After 
spending plebe year in 21 with Greg and 
Dave, Tim was ready for sailtramid with 
the captain's special chili recipe and the 
boat almost sinking in port. Youngster 
year found Tim in 30 with Dan, Scott, and 
me. After a few comet bombs, "beautiful" 
girls from Dahlgren, and the unfortunate 
fate of Pat Benetar — "Merry Christmas 
Scott," we were more than ready for 
Christmas break. Second semester we 
traded Dan for Scamps and enjoyed a se- 
mester of Tuesday night fights. Second 
class year found Tim with a car, a lot more 
liberty than the rest of us, and more re- 
striction. First class year us together again 
and we learned the secret behind min- 
imizing room formal preparation time. 
When service selection came along, you 
picked the first possible flight school date. 
No one was surprised. Best of luck at 
Pensacola, just don't expect to guard the 
nukes on my ship. JEP. 

Raul Ferdinand Saldivar 

We all wondered if Rudes was going to 
make it through his youngster year. He 
and Kaiser had a penchant for fun that 
scared the Hell out of the rest of us. Two 
years later he's still clad in cowboy boots, 
and he still spends his Sundays hungover, 
but the man from Grand Prairie has toned 
down a bit. We attribute this to Lisa, who, 
bless her heart, has played "den-mother" 
to a bunch that doesn't exactly win any 
awards for good behavior. We get trashed 
— and so did the apartment. The clean-up 
crew was always smaller than the party 
itself, but Rudes never complained; he was 
too busy planning the next event. We still 
have a few bachelor parties to throw be- 
fore the big event so the Sunday morning 
hangovers should continue. But I'm sure 
they'll be worth the night before. After the 
wedding Rudy will carry his fun-loving 
spirit to Quantico where I'm quite sure 
he'll find ways to have a good time at TBS. 
He has every place else. 

Eric Eames Wood 

In 30th Company was one Eric Wood, 

Who could run and carouse more than 

most could. 

He did race and command, 

Meet many a demand, 

And still manage to do what he should. 

While at the Academy four years 

He was given oft to disappear. 

What he did was a mystery, 

Surely off making history, 

For many rumors of his ventures we did 

hear. S. 

The Brigade: Thirtieth Company 



Commander G. Daniel Moore 

Fall Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Roger J. Hilarides 
Battalion Sub Commander 

David A. Robinson 
Battalion Operations 

Christopher J. Wilson 
Battalion Adjutant 

Michael L. Lavigna 
Battalion Supply 

Douglas M. Schutz 
Battalion Administration 

Scott M. Wolfe 






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Spring Staff 

Battalion Commander 

Joseph C. Steffan 
Battalion Sub Commander 

Ronald F. Woodaman 
Battalion Operations 

Stephen M. Pitrof 
Battalion Adjutant 

Scott C. Seeberger 
Battalion Supply 

Timothy A. Florian 
Battalion Administration 

Richard S. McGrath 

The Brigade: Sixth Battalion 


The Class of 1987 

Row One: John Young, Patrick Perkins, Rodney Graves, Mike Huber, George Williams, Danny Nygaard, Walter Glenn, 
Michael Wanebo, Joel Baker Row Two: Gary Janac, Robert Smith, John Sniffen, Michael LaVigna, Steve Pitrof, John 
Vertel Not Shown: Dale Anderson, Leonard Borgdorff, Paul Bourgeois, Sean Coughlin, Anthony Diggle, Daniel Dougherty, 
Lazaurnel Dugger, Edward Eckert, Gregory Hill, Scott Lochridge, John McGowan, Michael Smith, Leroy Vaughn, Spencer 
Wall, Robert Zaorski 


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The Brigade: Thirty-First Company 

Fall Staff 

Company Commander: John Young 
Company Sub Commander: Rod Graves 
Company Adjutant: Curtis Dugger 

Spring Staff 

Company Commander: Pat Perkins 
Company Sub Commander: Dan Nygaard 
Company Adjutant: Paul Bourgeois 

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Row One: Thomas McKean, Erin 
Wilson, Nhut Tran, John Tucker, 
Lini McCarthy, Rasheed 
ElMoslimany, Christopher Karp, 
Rudolph Janiczek, Christopher Lord 
Row Two: Thomas Williams, 
Donald Waymire, Bart Brown, Erich 
Wahl, Eric Savage, Currie Crookston, 
John Romines, Craig Colby Not 
Shown: Kathleen Brennan, Michael 
Civello, Keith Folkerts, James 
Grassey, Margaret Jockel, Anthony 
Ludovici, Kenneth Pascal, Joseph 
Phillips, Lori Sorokatch, James 
Spence, Marshall Swor, James Traa 


Row One: Christian Post, David 
Bernhardt, Zachariah Bell, John 
Uyemura, Michael Goshgarian, Jef- 
frey Dietz, Carl Thiele, Patrick 
Moynihan, Ryan Garcia Row Two: 
James Rodriguez, Timothy Nyland, 
Shawn James, Douglas Noble, Clark 
Nichols, Paul Montanus, Matthew 
Childs, Robert Santiago, Steven 
Debus, Joseph Flanagan, Thomas 
Schmitt, Colin Elster Row Three: 
James Sadler, Timothy Smith, Loren 
Smith, Francis Spencer, William 
Wilson, Robert Miller, Kevin Brown, 
Matthew Wellborn, Edward Roth, 
Gordon Fowkes Not Shown: Wayne 
Jeveli, Donald McNeill 


Row One: John Barnocky, Michael 
Gordon, Catheryne Buckholtz, Jen- 
nifer Redman, Karin Mullane, Tracey 
Fuchs, Suzanne Autry, John Crowley, 
Edward Devinney Row Two: Ken- 
neth Moreno, Allen Minick, John 
Blum, Matthew Gutierrez, Aaron 
Cadena, Robert Matofsky, Willis 
Herweyer, Patrick McGrath, John 
Gatewood, Jonathan Pfiffner, 
Timothy Siemens, Jeffery Wilson, 
David Arteta, Rafael Davila Row 
Three: Neil Cucuzzella, Matthew 
Nordmann, Gerard Shanley, Franz 
Messner, Jeffrey Naglestad, Wade 
Reinthaler, Duane Sand, Walter 
Scott, John Chimenti, Mark Kustra, 
Travis Croll Not Shown: Lyle Hoag, 
Katherine Shaw, Carrick McGaughey 

The Brigade: Thirty-First Company 



The Brigade: Thirty-First Company 

George Williams 31st Co. 
Best Wishes to you and the 
Class of '87. Mom and Dad. 

Dolphins aweigh Ensign 
John McGowan 31st Co. 
We're proud of you. Love 
and Luck, Mom, Dad, Joan, 
Deb, Taffy. 

With love and pride, we 
congratulate our son Gary 
L. Janac 31st Co. Class of 
1987. Mom and Dad. 

Congrats Class of '87 31st 
Co. May God protect you 
Zaorski, Bob Smith, John 
Sniffen, Paul Bourgeois. 
You have made us proud and 
so happy for your success. 

God be with you always, 
Class of '87 from the 
Family of Leroy Vaughn 
31st Co. Fred, Val, Rod, 
Sue, James, Mom and Dad. 

Mom and Dad laud an 
achiever! Love and prayers 
to our son a steadfast 
survivor! Way to go Ensign 
W. Ben Glenn! We love our 
frijol! Mary, Patty and 
Bob and Pets! 

To my "baby brother" Rob, 
'The Bouge," Sniffen and 
Smith. The boys who kept 
our fridge empty and 
Toad's place full- 
Congratulations, this Bud's 
for you! Cathy Z. 

Hats off to Danny and Co. 
31. Good Luck! 
The Nygaards. 

Congratulations Len! You 
did what you set out to do 
and we are proud of you. 
Our love and prayers go 
with you. Love, 
Your Family. 

D.J.D.: You set your 
goals; you reached them! 
May the world be a better 
place because of you. 
Dan, Nancy and Dawn. 

The Brigade: Thirty-First Company 


Dale Edward Anderson 

Dale Anderson came to us as a typical 
Wisconsin boy, knowing how to milk the 
cow but not the system. Dale had aspi- 
rations of being a track stud, but he con- 
tracted the "Track Coach Personality 
Conflict Syndrome," and was forced into 
premature retirement. Academically, Dale 
concentrated his interests in the Language 
Studies Department and he quickly seized 
control of the 31st Company German 
Youth Movement. Many romantic inter- 
ludes began at "raging" road trips. Hook 
potential was always high and Dale en- 
countered such famous women as Hang 
Ten, the triangle of Love, the Post Office 
Girl, and the Wardroom Worker. Even 
though Dale's friends could not always 
count on him for a ride back from George- 
town, they could count on him to add some 
humor into their day. Dale, you are sure to 
be a great grunt. Good luck in everything. 

Joel Brian Baker 

JB wandered North from the backwaters 
of South Carolina where Mother B. took 
care of him. After a brief stop in 21, and a 
lot of usurping, he settled nicely in 31 
where he started off with a bang. It's too 
bad that the bang was a flat tire on his 
academic unicycle. Of course this didn't 
stop Joel or the man-eater of Smith Col- 
lege, and don't forget the sailing parties of 
Summer '84 and the month off of Beirut. 
But Pooh and Opus and the Wop always 
stuck together and enjoyed many 
Army /Navy games. As always, Joel knew 
just how to stay out of trouble at the after 
game festivities and found interesting 
places to crash, but she didn't mind. Still 
Joel, and Faye, made it through four years, 
and now it's the Corps ("TROOPS," I love 
'em!) I know he's forever thankful to his 
mom and dad and family. He really loved 
it here and even liked the Academic 
Boards. Everyone knows Tank is going 
somewhere, but where, no one knows. Best 
of luck Joel! LOC 

Leonard Hugh Borgdorff 

Len went into qualified recluse beginning 
second class year. Up to that point a nor- 
mal boy, afterwards he took the Vertel- 
Dougherty position of high priest, Ban- 
croft monastary, alias hall rat. His 
metamorphisi from healthy all American 
boy to a mumbling, mindless master of 
electrons. His varied interests used to in- 
clude baseball, beer and women in that 
order. Now only electrons can interrupt 
his comatose state. A sad moral to be told 
to all of '91. Sooner or later, go general. 

Sean Thomas Coughlin 

To say that the Naval Academy changed 
Sean from a seventeen year old man into a 
21 year old boy would be false. Why Sean 
even came to the Academy is a mystery, 
but his accomplishments here have far ex- 
ceded his ambitions. One ambition he re- 
alized was crew. Sean spent three years in 
Navy's heavyweight varsity eight and was 
stroke and captain his last year. Sean once 
said that he would give up his Olympic 
prospects for an undefeated Senior year. 
Well, Sean, it didn't happen, but we didn't 
believe you anyway. Still, the Adams Cup 
victory would make and team's season, 
After a lesson in humility in EN1000, Sean 
realized that engineering was not his bag. 
Instead, Sean became the top English ma- 
jor in his class by earning no less than an 
"A" in all of his English classes. Well, good 
luck, Sean, on the bright roads ahead of 
you. It's impossible to menthinn themm 
all. Shayboy and Feeds. 

Walter Benjamin Glenn 

Ben "Been Jammim" Glenn came here 
from the wonderful wilds of Midland, Tex- 
as. He quickly endeared himself to the 
Leadership and Law Department with the 
bananas comment, and made a place for 
himself on the Plebe lightweight crew 
team. His sophomore years he decided to 
become a mechanical engineer, and that 
combined with his devotion to the Varsity 
lightweights made for a lot of work. Sleep 
was hard to come by, but he earned a spot 
in the first boat. Junior year saw Ben 
expanding his horizons and the number of 
his acquaintances. He had come to earn 
his reputation, which for his sake best be 
left out of here. By senior year Ben had 
opted for biking in place of crew. He made 
his mark in the company as the many 
hatted host of the lip sync contest, and as 
a fine platoon commande